After taking the initiative to drink a cup with Jiang Chong.
Fang Han raised his wine cup. Looking at the other man now, a faint, elusive smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Since Hall Master Jiang is so thoughtful, why not simply settle everything for that person?
"If that person learns of Hall Master Jiang's attitude, perhaps he will remember Hall Master Jiang's contribution as well..."
With that, he fell silent.
He took a light sip of wine, lowered his eyes in feigned mystery, and said no more.
A hint was enough.
At his words, Jiang Chong's hand paused slightly around his wine cup, surprise flashing through his eyes.
He watched Fang Han, trying to read some clue from that young face.
Yet Fang Han remained calm and composed.
As though what he had just said had merely been an ordinary suggestion made in passing.
The more calm and mysterious Fang Han appeared,
the tighter the string in Jiang Chong's heart drew.
Having roamed the martial world for over thirty years and struggled through flashing blades and shadows of swords, the word "caution" had long been carved into his bones.
How many times had he stood on the razor's edge between life and death?
It was precisely that bone-deep caution that had saved his life.
Jiang Chong did not dare gamble, nor could he afford to.
He was a clever man. In an instant, he thoroughly grasped the hidden meaning in Fang Han's words.
Jiang Chong set down his wine cup and waved to the two lackeys beside him.
"Drag him away."
The two men answered and hauled Chen Xiao up, dragging him outside like a dead dog.
This way,
Chen Xiao would be dealt with by Four Waters Hall itself, and Fang Han would have nothing to