Jun Changxiao had a strong sense of professional ethics. Having taken Chen Jingqiao's money, he naturally would not make things difficult for him, taking good care of him with fine food and drink along the way.
And what happened?
That fellow had run out directly, shouting at the top of his lungs for help.
If he did not explain this clearly, others would think he had somehow abused him.
"Brat!"
The steward also rushed out of the Eternal Ship and roared, "You're dead today!"
On the road, he had cowered like a grandson. Now that he had arrived on his own turf, the chakra within him surged forth, and he could finally act as arrogantly as he pleased. He firmly believed that since the young master had used the voice transmission stone to call for help, the Lineage would certainly send reinforcements at once.
"..."
Jun Changxiao shook his head.
Young Master Chen and the steward were in a bit of an urgent shortage of brains.
If he had truly wanted to kill them, he could have erased them with ease right now.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, waves of powerful auras swept in from afar. Several experts flew over with formidable presences, hovering above the Eternal Ship in the blink of an eye.
"Second Uncle!"
At the sight, Chen Jingqiao cried out, "Save me!"
There were four martial artists standing in midair. At their head was a middle-aged man dressed in magnificent brocade robes, his aura deep and powerful. His temples were streaked with white, but his gaze was sharp as a sword.
"They came so quickly?" Jun Changxiao was rather surprised.
At most, only a minute had passed since the call for help. This truly was an army valuing speed above all else!
"Qiao'er!"
Chen Nianjia frowned and said in a