In the past, a meeting like this would have required the utmost caution.
But now...
Ji Xiu arched an eyebrow, his smile never faltering as he looked at Chen Jing.
Chen Jing's brow, however, had already darkened like a thundercloud. Without a word, he swung his arm, slapping Chen Chuan so hard the young man went flying.
"I am speaking with Nephew Ji! What right do you have to interrupt?"
Chen Jing's tone was glacial, his face a mask of bitter disappointment.
"It's because of disgraceful whelps like you—defeated, yet unable to swallow their pride—that my Fishing Trade and Nephew Ji have had so much needless friction!"
"Our third brother traveled all that way for revenge. Duan Chenzhou could have killed him on the spot, but he let him go."
"A man of his character—would he really need to sneak around on a moonless night just to kill a cripple?"
