The sudden conflict startled the middle-aged bodyguard standing by the car, and he swiftly rushed out, holding a black pistol aimed at Jiang Chong's forehead.
"Stop, take one more step toward the miss and don't blame me for being rude."
"It's alright, Uncle Chen."
Li Mengwu pressed down the bodyguard's gun barrel and looked at Jiang Chong with some disappointment, "You can't even control your own emotions. Joining the Demon Dragon Divine Hall would only make you cannon fodder."
"For the sake of our past friendship, I urge you to surrender."
"Under normal circumstances, you'd be sentenced to death for killing two people. But Transcendents have significant value, and you could undergo some experiments to redeem yourself."
"It's also your only chance. The authorities have deep research into Transcendents, and maybe the experiments could suppress your losing control."
Over the past two years, Li Mengwu indeed regarded Jiang Chong as a friend.
