"Of course, he will," Lin Zhiyan asserted confidently from the side.
Jiang Chen smiled, without explaining, and took out the Silver Needle, pricking Lu Jingming a few times.
It wasn't long before Lu Jingming's body suddenly warmed up, just like the earth revives in spring, and all previous pain disappeared, feeling even better than before he had been injured.
"My goodness, Mr. Jiang is truly capable!"
Completely convinced, Lu Jingming bowed deeply to express his thanks again.
"Go on," Jiang Chen said, patting the other's shoulder with a small smile.
"Alright!" Lu Jingming nodded confidently and turned to leap onto the stage.
"What? Is it really you, the defeated lackey, who's come to fight me?" Shanbe Liang looked at Lu Jingming disdainfully, then turned with contempt to Jiang Chen: "Kid, why don't you come up here? Are you scared?"
Lu Jingming stared straight at Shanbe Liang and said in a deep voice, "You're not worthy of Mr. Jiang's personal effort."
Convinced!
