Zhao Zhu fainted dead away, and the Zhao Family suffered a terrible reckoning. The remaining hoodlums all stood there dumbstruck.
Ma Xiangqian cast a cold glance over them. "Do you still want revenge?"
They were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground.
"Now scram!"
A roar of anger scattered them like birds.
Having dealt with this, Ma Xiangqian approached Jiang Ce, bowing with a cupped fist and a forehead slick with cold sweat.
"Mr. Jiang, please believe me, I have absolutely nothing to do with this kid. Everything he said was slander..."
Jiang Ce waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, I know."
He turned to look at Shen Xuanran. "Well, aren't you going to leave? Planning to sleep here?"
Only then did Shen Xuanran grunt and walk out.
Jiang Ce then turned back to Ma Xiangqian. "Thanks for today. Oh, and that Zhao Zhu—you'd better send him to the hospital. Having him lie on the street is bad for the city's image."
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
