Jin He's smile suddenly collapsed. That little bastard was shameless, wasn't he? He had lowered himself so much to plead, and yet the other side was talking about sentencing on one side and prison on the other. Did they really think he was so easy to bully?
"Song Yun, young friend, if you have any plans in mind, just say it. We martial artists aren't good at guessing people's thoughts. If I happen to offend you later on, I hope you won't mind," Jin He said coldly.
"Wow, playing dirty, are we? Hehe, I quite like this tactic of yours. If you old geezer have the guts, just wait here. I'll call someone to come and chop you guys up right now," Song Yun was even more shameless than Jin He, each sentence laced with insults, nearly driving Jin He to explode on the spot.
Jin He forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart and spat out, "You little bastard, I don't have a son, so I don't have the guts. I'll take my leave now, no need to see me off."
