In a disturbingly calm tone, Cheng Zongyang spoke words that laid bare the hearts of men, casually presenting a life-or-death choice that made everyone present tremble with fear.
'Is this really a fifteen-year-old boy?!'
Jin Detai and his men also felt a sudden, inexplicable chill.
Just then, Cheng Zongyang turned to Li Ming and Chen Dashan.
"Uncles, please go and tend to your wounded. If their injuries worsen, they might not be saved."
Hearing this, Jin Deshui's eyes lit up.
"This…"
"Elder Ming!" Cheng Zongyang interrupted, his tone sharpening.
"Alright!" Li Ming knew Zongyang didn't want to drag them into this and was giving them an honorable way out.
In truth, he had already done all he could to show support. But from the way Cheng Zongyang spoke, it was clear another fight was about to break out!
