The two left the small courtyard.
Jiang Xinghai waved his hand, and a vast wave of True Qi surged forth.
With a deafening crash, the two-story building collapsed.
Fortunately, this was located in an urban village.
Most of the residents had already moved out, leaving only a few dozen households who were holding out for a better price.
However, these remaining residents were scattered far apart, so they wouldn't think much of a building collapsing here.
Jiang Xinghai drove away with Leng Ning. As they drove along the banks of the city moat, neither of them spoke.
Suddenly, Leng Ning was the first to speak. "Strike me. It has to look like I'm half-dead, otherwise Black Cloak will hunt me down."
"I understand the reasoning, but I'm still trying to think of a foolproof plan. There's no rush," Jiang Xinghai said, looking at Leng Ning tenderly.
Now, one of Black Cloak's three founders, Mr. Hu, was dead.
