"Black Wind Village Chief, are you satisfied with this outcome now?"
Ye Gucheng's words, tinged with a lighthearted laugh, echoed through the vacant hall, imparting a chill to the bone and an air of nonchalance.
Jiang Dali let out a hearty laugh and, with a powerful flex, his arms burst open the tattered clothes on his body, revealing a formidable physique with muscles like coiled dragons.
His eyes shone with a cold, electric gleam, and without a trace of fear, he said indifferently as he surveyed all directions, "No matter the outcome, I, the village chief, only believe in one principle, that is the principle of the fist!"
He slowly raised his huge, vein-bulging fist, his gaze proud and untamed, "No matter what cunning schemes you have, I'll shatter them all with my own strength! You, Ye Gucheng, are not afraid to die, nor am I, the village chief, and I won't die!"
