"Alright, I've noted it down."
Zhu Qiang, burning with rage, bellowed at Ling Zhenfei, "Ling Zhenfei, it's you again! What a small world to encounter such an enemy. Why did you have to be so utterly ruthless during your two intrusions into the Imperial Palace Club?"
Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Do you really think I enjoy visiting your Imperial Palace Club? All I did was forced upon me by you. First, you issued the Black Death Order, which led to Zhuo Yue's tragic death, and if I hadn't been so lucky, I would've died as well."
"Then, still not satisfied, you directly hired assassins to kill me, with a hefty price tag of twenty million; you must be very rich indeed. But here I am, still alive; if that's not being forced by you, then what is? If I don't deal with you first, I'll be the next to die."
