Anger churned in Yang Qing's chest. This time, no matter what, he would fight!
Others could humiliate and bully him, but they could never break his backbone or strip him of his dignity.
Bend the knee once, and he would bend it every time.
Yang Qing had barely moved when Ji Shan's palm landed on top of his head.
"You'd better think this through. If you move again, you might still be alive, but everyone around you will be dead."
Yang Qing placed immense importance on the safety of Bu Er and the others. Although Mu Feng had been the last to join them, he received no less care.
Ji Shan's words had stepped squarely on Yang Qing's fatal weakness.
He knew Yang Qing did not fear death, but he did fear dragging innocent people down with him.
Especially the people standing behind him.
As Yang Qing listened to Ji Shan, anger still surged sky-high in his chest. Yet he truly did not dare make a reckless move.
At least, not without a foolproof plan.
Ji Shan indeed possessed the strength to treat their lives as nothing. Meeting him head-on would lead to no good end.
Watching Yang Qing lower his head in silence, Ji Shan brimmed with smug satisfaction.
All those who stood before him with their backs stiff and unbending—didn't they all obediently bow their heads to him in the end?
A wise man knew which way the wind blew.
Ji Shan lowered his eyes to glance at the cold-faced Yang Qing again and said, "If you knew it would come to this, why put on such a show earlier?"
Had he bowed his head earlier, he would not have needed to drag the others along to suffer.
Yang Qing slowly raised his slightly bowed head.
Rather than