Jiang Yi couldn't help but chuckle, pinching her ear, "What, are you scared?"
"A cornered dog would jump over the wall, and a desperate rabbit would bite. Brother, you've heard of these sayings, right?" Jiang Ning pointed at Mu Jian lying on the bed, "We've tortured and deceived him. Once he regains consciousness and realizes this, he'll definitely harbor deep hatred. To cut the grass, one must remove the roots. Since we've done this, we can't let him go."
"Seventh Sister, the Jiang Family isn't afraid of him."
"It's easy to dodge open attacks but hard to guard against hidden ones. How can our Jiang family, with hundreds of people, defend against a highly skilled martial artist?" Jiang Ning counted on her fingers, "Let me give you the simplest example: if he secretly sets fire to the Jiang family under the cover of night, burning everything to ashes, what would we do?"