Wu Hong wanted to say something, but Zhang Liye gently shook his head.
The County Magistrate had already spoken, making this matter difficult to handle.
Peng Shizhong also furrowed his brows. At that moment, Qiao Hongyan looked at Chen Jie, a hint of triumph in her eyes, wondering how he would take the person away.
Nobody could take anyone from my Yihong House.
Not even you, Chen Jiusi.
Even though you, kid, had exaggerated connections, navigating both the black and white worlds, and even had two of the Thirteen Grand Protectors at your command, today you just couldn't take the person away.
If you're not convinced, why don't you call in two more of the Thirteen Grand Protectors and show me?
Qiao Hongyan thought about it and laughed. She had already gained some insight into Chen Jie's identity. His background was simple: a small-town figure from Xiantao Town, valued by Peng Shizhong, who had taken him as an adoptive son.
