Chen Chen, who was wearing a mask, said with a smile, "Hero Wen seems to be quite clear-sighted. However, don't you plan to check on your disciple's injuries?"
Wen Wenhai glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, who had sadness and resentment in his eyes, and smiled, "As long as he is still alive, there's hope. It's better to have a bit of dry firewood to burn, no need to look at it."
Masked Chen Chen curiously asked, "So, Hero Wen, did you come here just to admit your guilt? Aren't you going to say something? Speak up for your disciple?"
Wen Wenhai shook his head, "If you want to find a crime, there's always an excuse. Little Hu has made such a great contribution to the Piaomiao Sect, and yet you have tortured him with fabricated charges. What else can I say? I came here today just to see, aren't you trying to find the mastermind behind Zhang Xiaohu? Who else but me? If there's something you want, just come at me! Just hand over my head to fulfill my family's wish from several years ago!"
