Humiliation

"Hahaha!"

Sheng Anhe laughed arrogantly, extending his foot and looking down on Ren Zhenguo with a sense of superiority and pride.

What heroes? What righteousness? They all ended up kneeling before him, begging for mercy?

In this moment, he felt a sense of satisfaction and conquest filling his heart.

To trample a hero under his foot, how delightful!

Ren Zhenguo remained silent, kneeling on the ground and approaching.

He knew how twisted Sheng Anhe was. As long as he didn't satisfy this guy's demands, he would surely seek revenge relentlessly.

If it were only Sheng Anhe, it wouldn't matter. They could fight to the bitter end.

But Sheng Anhe had the immense backing of the Sheng Family, a massive aristocratic clan.

If he were to engage in an all-out conflict with Sheng Anhe, given Sheng Anhe's personality, he would undoubtedly seek the support of the Sheng Family to strike back against all of them.