Struggling to stand, Jiang Haichao quickly regained his calm.
Although his injury was severe and his heart ached deeply,
he had somehow become completely tranquil.
Even in the quiet seething of Jiang Haichao's eyes, there was no longer any expression of resentment.
Jiang Haichao was no fool; he was a perceptive man.
Once he had analyzed his situation, he naturally knew what choices to make.
"Minister Jiang!" Chen Si struggled to swallow his saliva and called out uneasily.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Chen," Jiang Haichao turned his head and said with a bitter smile, "As you can see now, I'm no match for him, not this person's opponent."
"Then, what should I do?" At this moment, Chen Si was terrified.
It was then that he truly realized how terrifying Li Changlin was.
Inside, he felt a sense of powerlessness.
At the same time, he was filled with intense irritation and regret.
If he had known Li Changlin was so formidable, he would never have been so aggressive.
