Hua Cheng's four cryptic words had been spoken. Those who were meant to understand, understood. And those who weren't, understood as well.
One of the police officers said, "We'll take him away for now. If we need anything else, we'll come back."
The two officers didn't comment on what the big rooster had done. It's not like they could give the rooster a medal, could they?
They took the man and left without any fuss.
The slovenly man, tied up securely, had hatred in his eyes. An Ning saw it crystal clear.
'Fail to pull the weeds by the root, and you'll have endless trouble later.'
An invisible but sharp surge of spiritual power pierced the slovenly man's brainstem, reaching the very core of his brain.
In an instant, the hatred in the man's eyes was replaced by a dull, vacant look, full of confusion as to why he was even there.
Jiang Xia noticed the change, but he didn't say a word.
