Watching Belina kowtow uncontrollably, Jiang Feiyang extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and coughed a few times dismissively, saying, "I thought the Demon Race were all tough guys. Got a beer? Give me a can of beer." Then he looked at Pei Yan and asked in Mandarin, "Is everything these people said true?"
"I don't know; it still needs verification. How do you plan to deal with them?" Pei Yan took out a can of beer from his ring and handed it over.
Jiang Feiyang casually tossed the now room-temperature ice pack aside, took the beer, and said, "If they weren't involved, leave them for you to handle. If they have any value, just a slight punishment. If not, just consider their personal involvement and make your decision."
