Shi Feiyang suddenly laughed aloud, his laughter causing the snow on the roof to fall. As he turned, his eyes were like unsheathed swords, brilliant and cold; "Such a clever scheme by the Imperial Court, playing both sides, cutting the support from beneath. But..."
He looked at the eagle circling in the sky, with a voice carrying three parts heroism and seven parts coldness, "I, Shi Feiyang, am not like Song Jiang who bends the knee to be appeased! If they want to ensnare me, they must first prove they're capable!"
Xie Wen furrowed his brows, lowering his voice, "Grand Squad Leader, I fear some brothers might covet wealth and succumb to the Imperial Court's temptations. The Heroic Sakura Association has over fifty thousand people, and people's hearts are as deep as a belly's."
Shi Feiyang raised his hand to stop him, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the house.
