When it came to formidable people in psychology, Qi Si and the others were not the only ones to think of Jiang Zhijie first. Zhong Li had thought of him too.
It was just that he was not desperate enough to truly grasp at straws. Ning Jia's condition was serious, but not yet beyond saving.
However, no one had expected that just after they thought of Jiang Zhijie, something would happen to him.
Uncle Zhong Nantian sent over the latest news on Jiang Zhijie. When Qi Si heard it, he stared at Bo Yanqi in disbelief.
"You're saying Jiang Zhijie is dying?" Qi Si was stunned by the news. "Are you sure Uncle isn't pulling your leg?"
"How could anyone joke about something like this? Uncle only told me after receiving confirmed information."
When Bo Yanqi first heard the news from Zhong Nantian, his first reaction had also been to think Zhong Nantian was joking.
How could a scourge like Jiang Zhijie die so easily?
"Wait... what happened to him? Wasn't he fine before? How is he suddenly dying? Did the people inside abuse him?" Qi Si asked with a dazed expression.
The feeling was strange. It was not that they could not accept Jiang Zhijie dying; they had even been hoping he would die soon.
Every extra day a scourge like him lived was another danger to everyone else. Over twenty years ago, and during all those years he had been on the run, how many people had he harmed?
The words "good riddance" could not have described Jiang Zhijie more aptly.
But how should they put it?
You hoped someone would hurry up and die, but he simply would not die. He lived perfectly well, and just when you had nearly accepted that he might be impossible to