Ah Hong was clearly a hot-tempered fellow. With a flick of his weapon and a grit of his teeth, he charged straight at Jiang Chen, without considering the vast difference in their strength.
Jiang Chen let out a light snort, his eyes flickering as vicious golden eyes shot a beam onto Ah Hong's body. Ah Hong shivered all over, as if his body was completely bound by some force, unable to break free no matter how he struggled.
"You... you..." Ah Hong stammered, glaring angrily at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen did not deal a fatal blow; otherwise, Ah Hong would have turned into a metal statue long ago, with no chance to speak.
"My patience is limited. Ah Hong, I respect you as a man of bloodshed and spared your life. If you seek death, I can fulfill it right now."
There was naturally a reason why Jiang Chen kept Ah Hong alive.
