Meng Tianxing trembled cowardly when he saw Elder Liang’s decapitated body and the blood seeping from the cut. It finally dawned on him that his enemies weren’t joking. They really could threaten his life.
He lost his previous bravado and his face turned ashen, timidly swallowing down his retorts.
Jiang Chen smirked at him. “You should be happy that it wasn’t your head she cut down.”
“Yes, you’re right…” Meng Tianxing stammered. “Brother, what do you plan to do with me? Are you going to use me as leverage against my grandfather?”
“You’re not as stupid as you look.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Meng Tianxing pleaded. “As long as you tell my grandfather that I’m in your hands and to retreat, he will.”
“Really? Are you sure Meng Qianqiu values you that much?”
“I’m sure. Grandfather has long made me his heir. I’m his only hope and his life’s work. He’d never risk my life.”
The boy knew his grandfather...