Jiang Ming'an could naturally judge that the person behind him wasn't chasing him.
Really, it had nothing to do with him.
But the guy being chased was like a tail that couldn't be shaken off. He went east, the guy followed east; he went west, the guy followed west, so the pursuers lumped him in too, forcing a big fight.
After flipping the group and running off, it was time to settle things with this guy.
In the darkness, he could only barely make out the other person's slim, tall silhouette, and one more thing: his words were quite infuriating.
"Don't do it, bro!"
The voice was very young.
"Who's your bro? Don't call me that for no reason. You did it on purpose, right?"
"Bro, I really didn't mean it, you saw it too, those bad guys wouldn't let go. I just didn't want to be their sucker. Remember that short fat guy? His sister is just as burly and has a pockmarked face. What kind of family is this with their inflated egos? They even wanted me to marry in!
