章 97: Overwhelming Luck

Chi He had never been restrained in such a humiliating manner before.

He struggled to break free, only to be ruthlessly kicked in the knee by the enraged Qi Chao.

Chi He groaned, his knee buckling involuntarily, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Qi Chao's face was contorted with fury, veins bulging in his temples, his anger reaching its zenith.

"Wang Ming'an, that money-grubbing sorcerer who caters exclusively to the filthy and depraved aristocrats. He sacrifices their own flesh and blood for the so-called prosperity of their family lineage, for personal fortune and good luck," Qi Chao's voice was icy as he gazed down at Chi He. "And you? You sacrificed Chi Yu. What did Wang Ming'an give you in return?"

Chi He hadn't sought anything this time; he had been deceived. 

But there was no room for him to defend himself.

Qi Chao, by a stroke of luck, had hit the nail on the head.