Shen Hao truly didn't understand. He wasn't stupid, but compared with someone like Jiang Cheng, who had spent decades in the upper ranks of the Xuanqing Guard, he was indeed still green. Some things can't be seen through with brains alone; you need experience.
Jiang Cheng gulped down three bowls in a row. Even with his drinking capacity, his face was starting to flush. Wiping the corner of his mouth, he asked: "If you found a piece of rotten flesh on your body, what do you think is the best thing to do?"
"Rotten flesh?... Cut it off?"
