After chopping off Zhang Cong's right hand, Ma Xiangqian practically crawled and scrambled over to Jiang Ce. He dropped to his knees, prostrating himself on the ground, not daring to lift his head.
His eyes were bloodshot as he said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Jiang... I'm sorry! I failed to keep my men in line. Please, quell your anger!"
The sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded.
Jiang Ce was also rather surprised. I've hidden my aura. Given that Ma Xiangqian is merely a Postnatal Martial Artist, there's no way he could have discerned my realm. What's going on?
"Lift your head."
Ma Xiangqian shakily raised his head. Jiang Ce had never seen this face before.
Jiang Ce asked, "Do you know me?"
"I... I am here on Master Liu's orders, to invite you to his residence, Mr. Jiang."
Ma Xiangqian hurriedly added, "Master Liu is the master of Liu Cunnian, the Fourth Young Master of the Liu Family."
