Chapter 8: Head of the Nanrong Family
"You had a first time, there can be a second. Why should I trust you? I warned you before, if you dare retaliate, I’ll cripple your other leg. In front of all these brothers, if I break my word, who would take Ling Chen’s words seriously?" Saying that, Ling Chen cast a cold glance at him.
Feeling the icy stare, Zhao Zhengxiong shivered and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Chen, I really wouldn’t dare anymore. If there’s a next time, may lightning strike me. Just let me go, I... I..."
"What would you do?" Ling Chen said teasingly.
"I’ll agree to any conditions," Zhao Zhengxiong clenched his teeth, scared of facing such a ruthless man.
"You said that, I didn’t force you." Ling Chen grinned and said: "Alright, you can go back now. Jiang Hao will discuss future matters with you."
Seeing that he was let off, Zhao Zhengxiong didn’t dare to stay longer, quickly leading his few followers to slink away.
"Chen, we’re just going to let him go like that?" Jiang Hao said reluctantly.
"Not let him go? What, really cripple him?" Ling Chen gave him a look: "I’m civilized, all this fighting and killing isn’t good. Besides, he brought the stick to your door for you to beat him with; you better seize such a good opportunity."
After that, he glanced at Nanrong Hao next to him and smiled: "Mr. Nanrong, sorry to have kept you so long. Let’s continue our meal."
Back in the private room, originally having over a dozen people, now only Ling Chen, Nanrong Hao and Jiang Hao remained. Those underlings had all been injured earlier and were sent by Jiang Hao to see doctors. As for Jiang Hao himself, merely having a dislocated joint, was of no big issue with Ling Chen’s help.