"Please have a seat, Mr. Jiang!"
It seemed that Jin Liang had noticed Jiang Chen's unease. He forced a barely passable smile onto his cold face and gestured to an empty chair beside him.
Jiang Chen nodded, stepped forward, and sat down, still holding a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Yan Hu stood directly behind Jiang Chen, his expression icy as he stared at Jin Wushu kneeling on the ground.
Pang Guang glanced at Jin Liang, then made his way to Jiang Chen's side and sat down, clearly choosing a side.
"Mr. Jiang, the Great Elder has said that Jin Wushu's life is in your hands. If you wish for him to die, you won't need to lift a finger; we'll take care of it for you!"
Jin Liang pointed at Jin Wushu and spoke in a deep voice.
Jiang Chen paused for a moment, looked at Jin Wushu, then at Jin Liang, and gently furrowed his brow. "Is Senior Jin Liang trying to intimidate me?"
Jin Liang was taken aback, a look of confusion in his eyes.
