Secret Chamber

Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. "You still remember me?"

Fury blazed in Jia Ren's eyes as he gritted his teeth. "You little bastard who deserves a thousand cuts—I'd recognize you even if you turned to ash..."

Gu Changhuai, standing nearby, was also a little surprised. He asked Mo Hua, "What did you do to him? Why does he hate you so much?"

This Jia Ren had originally looked like a hardened rogue who took life and death lightly. Yet after seeing Mo Hua, he looked as if he had rolled through a vat of boiling oil, exploding from head to toe...

Mo Hua frowned in confusion. "I don't know either..."

He thought back for a moment.

"On that mission, Senior Sister Murong and Senior Brother Feng were the ones who captured him. I just tagged along and helped with a tiny, insignificant favor. I have no idea why he hates me so much..."

"He's probably the kind who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He couldn't beat Senior Brother or Senior Sister, saw that I was young and weak, and decided to target me..."

Gu Changhuai plainly did not believe him.

Jia Ren spat out a mouthful of blood. "You, you..."

But at the sight of his "enemy," rage had clouded his mind so thoroughly that he could not even speak.

Mo Hua, however, did not stand on ceremony. He tossed the "Iron Plate" onto the floor and ordered, "Kneel for a bit..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Mo Hua froze. Then he suddenly remembered.

Wasn't the first "victim" of this Iron Plate none other than Jia Ren?

Back then, Jia Ren had still had the build of a hulking man.

Unfortunately, Mo Hua's skills had been lacking then, and the Iron Plate had been crudely made.