At this moment, Sikong Jing remained as cold and indifferent as ever...
But Qian Ta curled his lips and said, "Cut the fucking act. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? I've long since learned everything about what you did at Tyrant Fierce Residence."
Qian Ta sneered repeatedly, convinced that Sikong Jing was merely putting on an act.
"Yao Yulou was willing to die for you. He even abandoned his own parents and younger sister."
"Jiang Wanyou is the daughter of Su Old Devil's most important subordinate. Do you really think you can stand by and watch her die?"
"You can't do it!"
Qian Ta's aura began to rise. He was no longer the same as before, as though he had Sikong Jing completely in the palm of his hand.
Yet Sikong Jing still wore a cold, heartless expression. He laughed and replied, "Hahaha, don't tell me you thought I was truly taking a huge risk back at Tyrant Fierce Residence? I only went to save them because I had absolute confidence..."
"Of course I'll save those who can be saved. But if they truly can't be saved, then all I can do is let it go."
As Sikong Jing spoke, he shrugged, without the slightest flicker of emotion on his face...
Only then did he learn that Qian Ta had investigated what happened at Tyrant Fierce Residence and thus knew that he was willing to take risks for his family and friends.
But now, Sikong Jing had to deny it—deny it fiercely.
As Sikong Jing's words fell, Hua Meixi, hidden in the dark, shrank her pupils again and again. If Sikong Jing could not save Mother, was he simply going to abandon her?
Naturally, Qian Ta did not believe a single word Sikong Jing