"Seeking death?" Jiang Chen chuckled dryly, yet his smile was tinged with mockery, "You're so confident that you can handle me? Handle my Veluriyam Capital?"
Xiahou Jing arrogantly said: "You're just a secular youth lucky enough to have stumbled upon a fortune, what virtues or abilities do you have?"
"Indeed, I am just a secular youth. And you? What kind of cold and noble identity lies beneath that hooded cloak? It's a pity you're so afraid to show your face, hiding your head and shrinking back."
Jiang Chen mocked unrestrainedly: "I know where your sense of superiority comes from! Unfortunately, in front of this young master, your so-called superiority is nothing but a joke."
"Soon you'll find out who the real joke is!" Xiahou Jing sneered incessantly.
"Oh? Do you have any other cards up your sleeve?" Jiang Chen said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "With my Eight Brothers of the Boulder Tribe charging forward, how confident are you of your odds?"
