"Is there anyone left? Do you have anyone else?! Chinese Dragon, don't get weak, don't turn into a Chinese Worm, quickly call your men to stop Jiang Feng, or we're all dead!!"
Tarsen, realizing that Jiang Feng had already discovered his hiding spot, grabbed Di Long's neck with both hands, shaking him frantically and speaking incoherently.
"Shut...up!"
Di Long was already in a state of deep regret; had he known Jiang Feng was really this uncanny, he wouldn't have been blinded by greed and accepted half of Tarsen's Heigu Group income. Now, he had lost everything.
"And you have the nerve to talk? Wasn't it you who brought this freak to Myanmar?" Di Long spat angrily.
"Chinese Dragon, you're not trying to cut ties with me again, are you? We're truly bound together now; you can't just kick me away!" Tarsen said, panicking.
