Yang Fei sighed helplessly.
"Do I still have a way out? As a man, you can do anything, but you can't admit defeat."
"You must know, the eyes of the world are focused here, losing face is not a big deal, but you must never lose the face of the country, the face of the nation."
His eyes suddenly brightened.
"Things have come to this point, whether I agree or not, the result is the same, a battle with Jingtian Chuyi is inevitable."
Long Hai and Henry stood in awe and bowed to Yang Fei together.
"We will remember Uncle Master's teachings."
Yang Fei nodded, then muttered to himself, "What do you think I should do next?"
"Should I blow Jingtian Chuyi's head off with a heavy sniper, or pour acid into his pants, or find a beauty to frame him?"
Long Hai and Henry felt a chill on their scalps, neither expected the venerable Uncle Master to be so scheming.
Yang Fei noticed the different look in his two disciples' eyes and laughed heartily, waving them over.
