Han Hui was probably crying in a panic by now, wasn't he?
Amid the brief dizziness of Sky Rail transit, Ji Jue gloated as he began looking forward to the scenes coming through the many surveillance feeds.
Next, what East City would likely bring out was Sacred Cut...
After all, he couldn't even handle his own affairs, yet he had caused such a huge commotion time and again. Now, he couldn't even preserve the last shred of dignity left to him. From here on, Mister Han's situation in East City was probably going to become increasingly worrying.
Mr. Spokesperson, you wouldn't want anything to happen to the Vast Sea Alliance, would you?
The thought of someone saying something like that to him made Ji Jue unable to stop himself from laughing.
As for Han Hui's resentment and retaliation?
What a joke.
Would Han Hui not retaliate against him if he did nothing?
If you were going to play, don't be afraid. If you were afraid, don't play. Taking things to the absolute limit benefited everyone.
Besides, a Celestial Being who would never leave East City for the rest of his life?
He was less of a threat than he had been before!
Otherwise, why would Ji Jue go to such lengths to mess with his state of mind? He was only afraid that Han Hui might still hold it together and endure it, which was why he had ruthlessly kicked him while he was down.
He would completely break his resolve, worsen his injuries and condition once more, make them so severe that for three to five years, even eight or ten, Han Hui would have no time to reorganize the stranded Heavenly Mandate—and would never leave East City again...
As for the future...
In another eight or ten years,