"Please, Lord Butcher, make your move!"
Nong Cuiru's plea rang out again, his face a mask of desperation.
The Butcher's expression grew darker and darker. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at Jiang Xinghai.
On one hand, he had accepted the He Family's gifts.
On the other, Nong Cuiru had already thrown the cup as a signal!
If he failed to honor his original promise now, wouldn't he become a laughingstock once word got out?
How could he, the Butcher, maintain his standing in the world?
"Don't force yourself. Feel free to come at me." Jiang Xinghai saw the Butcher's hesitation. With one hand behind his back, he made a welcoming gesture with the other.
"In that case, please forgive my offense."
Before the Butcher's voice had even faded, he vanished from his spot.
The next instant, a massive cloud of dust erupted throughout the hall.
When the dust settled, Jiang Xinghai was still standing in the same spot, one hand clasped behind his back.
