Praying Mantis swallowed hard, knowing that if he had foreseen this situation, he wouldn't have gotten involved even if it meant death. Now, with the Victory Sky Society's momentum in Capital City, if they wanted to deal with the Fiend Snake Club, it would merely take the flick of a finger, let alone to someone like him—a minor leader in the Fiend Snake Club.
Sun Zhian didn't recognize Brother Hu and the others, and a fire lit inside him that couldn't be doused. He shouted, "Good, very good! Do you think I, Sun Zhian, am only good at running my mouth? I can have you thrown into the river to feed the fish right now!"
