At this moment, he felt that despite Wuxin being a cunning fox with a cold demeanor and a dark heart, at least he wasn't beyond redemption. When commanding others, he was naturally unreserved, but at the very least, he provided something tangible and didn't deceive people casually.
Wang Anfeng shook the letter in his hand, feeling somewhat helpless in his heart—
He didn't want to go.
However, the conditions Wuxin laid out carried an implicit "threat," coupled with matters Wang Anfeng had always been concerned about. The coercion, like the Mandarin Duck Chain Kick, targeted vital points relentlessly. Such terms made it indeed hard for him to...
...refuse.
Wang Anfeng glanced again at the words on the letter, committing everything Wuxin wrote to memory before rubbing his hands together. With a slight external breath from his robust Qi mechanism, the letter turned to dust that scattered into the night wind, merging with the autumn breeze.
