Cooperation

Cooperation

Wang Feifan chuckled. "Not everyone is like that. I only need to do what is within my power."

"As for them, they will come to realize their own problems. If you insist on solving everything with force, then what is the difference between you and Shen Wuxiao?"

"Stubborn fool, absurd!" Yang Wanjun flung his hand. "Stop holding me back. I can't be bothered to strike at that trash; it would dirty my hands!"

"I also want to tell you this: sooner or later, your soft heart will get you killed."

Wang Feifan did not see it that way. "This is not being soft-hearted. It is giving them a chance."

"No one is a sage; who can be without faults? Before this, they were all honest, law-abiding people. They were merely driven astray for a moment by threats and temptation."

"If you had acted, they would either be dead or crippled. Their lives would have been ruined."

Yang Wanjun actually felt slightly persuaded.

From another angle, this bastard was a little too saintly, but there was indeed something faintly great about him.

Hurting himself to benefit others—an absolute sucker.

But after this incident, they could be considered acquainted.

The two reached a quiet place before finally stopping and sitting down by the roadside together.

"May I ask who you are?" Wang Feifan asked.

Yang Wanjun lit a cigarette and handed him one. "Heavenly King Hall, Yang Wanjun!"

Wang Feifan was slightly surprised. "Could you be the Polar General, the Desperate Heavenly King's foremost general?"

"I am!"

Wang Feifan extended his hand. "Qingyun Mountain. Disciple of the Yellow Robe Holy Lord. Daoist name Jie Yu, Daoist Siming, Wang Feifan!"

Yang Wanjun was equally astonished. "So you are the Yellow Robe Holy Lord's prized disciple!"

Their elders had known each other.

That