"We're just doing our job. My men have hit your people, and now you've returned the favor. We owe each other nothing, let's end it here today."
The leader seemed to compromise, but his eyes remained full of malice.
Yang Cheng knew that people like him were snakes—either kill him today or scare him enough so he wouldn't dare mess with him again, or he'd be trouble in the future.
He smiled and said, "Sure, I'm an easygoing person, but I have one condition."
Seeing Yang Cheng smile, the leader breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I know, I'll move these herbs back into the car; I won't trouble you. Let's pretend we never met today."
Yang Cheng nodded, signaling him to hurry and move the herbs, then walked to the car and untied Wen Xu and the bodyguards.
Inside the vehicle, Kong Lingwen saw Wen Xu's head covered in blood, anxiously got out of the car, and rushed over to support him.
"Uncle Wen, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
