As Yang Tianhao spoke, a trace of his old arrogance returned to his face.
He figured that once he invoked Sun Xiaochuan's name, Yue Xiaofei would think twice before touching him.
In Jinling, the name Sun Xiaochuan worked better than any protective charm.
How many people had gone weak at the knees the moment they heard it?
That was the bet Yang Tianhao was making. So what if Yue Xiaofei was a general?
Even the military had to follow the rules on someone else's turf.
And in Jinling, Sun made the rules.
Yang Tianhao stared at Yue Xiaofei's face, searching those young features for the slightest hesitation.
Even a flicker would do.
"Heh!"
But Yue Xiaofei laughed.
It wasn't a sneer or a bitter laugh. It was a genuine chuckle, straight from the heart.
It was quiet, yet to Yang Tianhao, it was more chilling than the beating he had just taken.
"Sun Xiaochuan?"
Yue Xiaofei said the name lightly, as though he were speaking of a dead man.
"You think Sun Xiaochuan's name can scare me?"
His gaze settled on Yang Tianhao's fat face, twisted with fear. He spoke one word at a time.
"Funny you should mention him. I came to Jinling specifically to settle the score with him."
"That godfather of yours owes me a debt—"
"And it's time he paid it back, with interest!"
His voice wasn't loud.
His tone was level.
But a chill ran down the spine of everyone present, including Chen Weiguo.
That wasn't a threat.
It was a verdict!
Chen Weiguo's lips trembled as he stole a glance at Yue Xiaofei.
He had spent over a decade in Bureau 7. What sort of person hadn't he seen?
Yet the force radiating from this young man made even a seasoned hand like him