Jiang Dali nodded in response.
Qiao Feng was moved by the words and said, "My benefactor, if the situation turns dire, I should be the one to cover our retreat."
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, "Iron Brother, no need to argue with me. Even if the Great Ming Palace were filled with revered gods, Buddha, or demons, I would now dare to battle with them. Drink up!"
Whoosh—
With a single-armed toss, Jiang Dali sent a jar of wine spinning through the air toward Qiao Feng.
"Good!"
Qiao Feng's eyes lit up. He laughed, reached out to catch the jar, pried off the seal, pulled down his mask, and drank heartily. His presence seemed to be slowly gathering with each gulp.
...
At this moment,
With a large force of the Eastern Factory, Six Gates, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard searching throughout Yingtian Prefecture, the news of Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali's escape from the Heavenly Prison spread like wildfire.
