"Little Friend Qin Feng!"
The old man from the Tianyang Sect pleaded, hoping Qin Feng would show mercy.
"They're all sly old foxes!"
Qin Feng swept his gaze over everyone and grumbled inwardly.
Asking him in front of so many people was clearly an attempt to pressure him into backing down with public opinion. If he still refused to let it go, insisting on holding Ding Yang and the Tianyang Sect accountable, he'd look narrow-minded and petty.
But as a cautious Arch Villain, even if Ding Yang didn't have a protagonist's halo, Qin Feng had no intention of letting him off.
He had to think of a way...
To send Ding Yang and the Tianyang Sect packing while maintaining his image—and, ideally, to make a profit off them.
"Now this should be interesting!"
Zhao Changsheng couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from lifting. It was harder to suppress than a burst of AK fire.
Based on his years of knowing and observing Qin Feng, Qin Feng wasn't just petty—he also held grudges like nobody else. The odds of him letting Ding Yang and the Tianyang Sect go were smaller than a needle's point.
And if Qin Feng really did that, his public image would crumble. Everyone would see what he was really like.
From then on...
Zhao Changsheng could jump in whenever he pleased, take the moral high ground, and point fingers at him.
If Qin Feng chose to forgive Ding Yang, he could preserve his image—but only by swallowing his grievance. Given his personality, he would surely be furious.
And if Qin Feng was furious, Zhao Changsheng would be delighted!
So no matter what Qin Feng chose, Zhao Changsheng would be in a fantastic mood.
"Honestly, men!"
Qingqing shook her head with a helpless sigh. These men were