Not only did he put on a show for him, but he also made him play along. The reversal happened too quickly—one moment he was strutting about arrogantly, and the next he was beaten down completely, turning the tide against him. Now he didn't even have the chance to plead or explain.
After showing such an ugly face earlier, would he be spared?
A shiver of fear rose from deep within Old Miao's heart. Nangong Jin—this man is terrifying!
Hearing this, Nangong Jin smiled—a bold and disdainful smile. He stared icily at him while releasing smoke rings, his voice cold and detached, "Does the Young Master need to prove his influence to you?"
In fact, Nangong Jin's influence is quite simple. It's the connection he established with the drug lord who had troubled him last time. Ever since Li Hui impressed the drug lord with her righteousness and understanding, the drug lord had treated Li Hui with great respect.
