'He only had one thought—wait for the County Town to stabilize and recover, then annex them one by one!'
"Wait!"
He Shujun stopped Cheng Zongyang and said with a dark expression, "I can sign, but you must promise me two things. One, Lu Yan's corpse must be delivered! This is non-negotiable. Two... my He Family's Martial Artists!"
Cheng Zongyang stared at He Shujun for a moment before suddenly smiling. "Apologies, but all sixty of them died that night. Their bodies have been burned to ash. I had no intention of wasting food on them."
He Shujun's expression grew dark and uncertain.
Cheng Zongyang found it rather amusing. 'Each family lost the combat strength of ten Eighth Grade Martial Artists right off the bat. That's no small loss.'
'None of the families had retaliated. They were just waiting to expose his secrets.'
He also wanted to see what the man wanted with Lu Yan's corpse. But then he added:
"Rest assured, I will bring you Lu Yan's corpse!"
