They looked at Jiang Chen sitting there imposingly, then at the members of the Six Mountains Dynasty, whose cultivation had been sealed before they were bound and hung from earthen pillars.
Zhao Hongluan gulped inelegantly, "..."
Zifeng Hanshuang touched her forehead, a look of bewilderment on her face, "..."
The corner of Zifeng Jun's eye twitched. "..."
In their minds, Jiang Chen had always been a peerless genius—decisive and ruthless, constantly maintaining a cold and aloof demeanor.
But now...
'How has he turned into a common highwayman?'
'Wait, no!'
'He wasn't just a highwayman; he'd stolen another gang's turf and taken over their operation!'
"Sister Hong Luan, tell me this isn't real!" Zifeng Hanshuang said.
Zhao Hongluan wore a strange expression, utterly speechless.
Jiang Chen, however, was completely unconcerned. He pointed to a few other chairs and smiled, "Come on over. I just got a lot of good stuff off them. See if there's anything you can use."
As he spoke,
