"Everyone, my student poses no threat to you. Why insist on this?"
The scholar pushed up his wire-rimmed glasses and asked in puzzlement.
He could not understand why Little White Tiger and the others would rather die fighting than hand over Chang He.
Nor could he understand why these people were so determined to kill Chang He.
"As far as I know, Chang He has no conflict of interest with you. He even invested in Chun Prefecture."
"Must you kill him simply because he poisoned people in Chun Prefecture?"
"At the end of the day, he's only a boy. We should give him room to make mistakes."
The scholar urged with false benevolence, "Besides, his crimes don't warrant death. Can't you forgive him?"
Chang He held a pivotal position in the Chang Family and was a major financial backer of their organization.
For both public and personal reasons, he did not want Chang He dead.
But he had underestimated this group's determination to kill.
Old Ninth sneered between labored breaths.
"Forgiving him is your God's business. My job is just to send him to God."
"We traveled thousands of miles and killed thousands of people from the Inverted Cross. You don't think we did it because we had nothing better to do, do you?"
Thirteen gave him a massive eye roll.
So many heirs of the Dragon Kingdom's top powers had gone so far as to wage all-out war against the Inverted Cross. How could they possibly let Chang He leave alive?
"Madmen. Fuck." Kuer felt the most aggrieved.
He had only just been brought under Chang He's command, and his men had already been all but wiped out.
Even his own life hung by a thread.
Who could have imagined Little White Tiger would be so fucking reckless, flying