From Jiang Dali, he had learned that the Leader was not, after all, Duan Zhengchun.
Qiao Feng couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
He wasn't afraid of retribution from the experts of the Dali Royal Family for having killed Duan Zhengchun, but, upon learning that Duan Zhengchun was Azhu's biological father, he had faced a dilemma.
Now that he knew Duan Zhengchun was not the Leader, the problem naturally resolved itself.
"Hero, if it weren't for you arriving in time to take action, Azhu would have likely been killed by my own wrongful hand, leaving me to regret it for the rest of my life. Moreover, if it weren't for your Head Strike, I would probably remain trapped in hatred, unable to free myself. These are two great favors, and it is not too much for me, Qiao Feng, to call you a benefactor!"
Qiao Feng looked at Jiang Dali with passionate eyes and, excitedly said, "If our ages are similar, why don't we swear before heaven and earth to become sworn brothers?
