By this point, the other party's intentions were already obvious. Put nicely, they wanted money; put bluntly, they were robbing him!
Jiang Feng swept his sleeve, clasped his hands behind his back, and an unyielding aura burst forth as he met Shi Batu's eyes head-on.
"Senior Brother Shi, let me make this clear today as well!"
"If everyone sincerely wishes to make friends, then I, Jiang Feng, will remember this friendship."
"But if you have other intentions, forgive my bluntness... don't even dream of getting your way!"
Shi Batu threw back his head and laughed. "Jiang Feng, who the hell do you think you are?"
"Don't say I didn't warn you. With that little cultivation of yours, I, Shi Batu, could slap you dead with one hand!"
"If you don't know what's good for you, I've got plenty of ways to deal with you later."
Sure enough, seeing that the soft approach had failed, Shi Batu immediately laid down harsh words.
Once Jiang Feng heard that they had torn away all pretenses, things became much easier for him instead.
He had already considered this at the tax office: he could not let Hua Rong manipulate him as he pleased. He had to make a name for himself in the outer sect.
Yet he had not expected someone to come knocking so soon.
"Muller, come to think of it, I really should thank you for your help!" Jiang Feng thought.
"Haha!" Jiang Feng burst out laughing. "Shi Batu, let me borrow one of your earlier words—don't wait until later! Let's do it today!"
"If you truly dare, then let's go to the True Martial Pavilion right now and settle who's stronger!"
Jiang Feng knew that he had no foundation in the outer sect, and his footing was unsteady. What he feared