"Make friends?"
Jiang Xinghai smiled faintly. "You think I like making friends? Or that I have to just because you want to?"
"Er..."
The smile on Zhen Xiangchong's face gradually froze.
'I've been perfectly restrained, haven't I?' he thought.
He hadn't flown into a rage and attacked the man who had killed two of his subordinates and transplanted a host of his Spiritual Medicines. That was being more than merciful.
He simply believed that Jiang Xinghai was young, promising, and possessed an uncommon boldness, making him worth recruiting.
That was why he had repeatedly suppressed his anger and extended an olive branch to Jiang Xinghai.
But!
Jiang Xinghai had shut him down with a single sentence!
"Get out of the way." Jiang Xinghai and Yan Qingshan stopped three meters in front of Zhen Xiangchong.
In truth, the path was wide. If Jiang Xinghai had continued walking in a straight line, Zhen Xiangchong wouldn't have been in his way.
