CHAPTER 1420 IS HE AN IDIOT

"May I ask who you are?" asked Tan Xing. His age and experience was sufficient to carry some weight.

"I am merely a messenger, and I'm here to bring a letter to the head of Extreme Martial Arts Academy." The man remained seated and clearly didn't even intend to stand.

He looked at them and said flatly, "Which one of you is the head here? Not you, right?"

He clearly had disdain for Tan Xing and looked at Tan Xing as if he was in a much higher position than Tan Xing. Tan Long and the rest felt very uncomfortable about this but they held it in and didn't say anything.

"I'm the head here." Jiang Ning took a step forward and looked at the messenger.

"You're looking for me?"

The messenger immediately scoffed when he saw how young Jiang Ning was.

"Don't joke around with me like this. Tell your head to come out and see me!" He stood up, placed his hands behind his back and said arrogantly, "If you delay this matter, you won't be able to face the consequences!"

Even Tan Xing couldn't help but frown at this arrogant tone of voice.

This man wasn't friendly at all.

He exchanged glances with Jiang Ning and let Jiang Ning handle this matter.

"As I said, I'm the head here. If you don't believe me, then leave." Jiang Ning wasn't polite either and just pointed at the door.

"You're Jiang Ning?" The messenger raised an eyebrow and started to look Jiang Ning up and down more carefully. He did look pretty much like the way Fang Qiu described Jiang Ning.

"Give me the letter." Jiang Ning didn't bother with niceties and just held his hand out.

It was as if this messenger was basically someone just running errands.

Jiang Ning's tone of voice upset the messenger.

It was as if someone had brought his head down from its lofty position and pressed it against the floor!

"Tsk." The messenger scoffed but didn't say anything about that. He pulled out an envelope from his coat and passed it to Jiang Ning. "This is from a highly esteemed member of my family, so read it seriously!" This belongs to : ©.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything and tore the envelope open.

There weren't many words on it and it was handwritten. It was written in a rather confident way.

Jiang Ning read the contents and he laughed coldly inside.

This was clearly a letter that pretended to offer benefits when it was really a veiled threat.

The writer clearly viewed himself as someone high and mighty who looked down on Jiang Ning and said that he was the one who gave Jiang Ning a chance and he was the one who allowed Jiang Ning to search for the Extreme Fist Technique Manual. Also, he was the one who allowed Jiang Ning to hold onto pages of the manual, but at the end of the day, these pages had to be handed over to the writer of this letter.

In other words, he wanted to be in control over Jiang Ning.

"Who wrote this letter?" Jiang Ning spoke calmly and there was no change in his expression whatsoever.

"Mr Heishan!" replied the messenger proudly. "If you understand the message in this letter, then you should know what choice to make. This chance only comes once, so don't make a decision that you will end up regretting."

"Thanks for the reminder," scoffed Jiang Ning as he held onto the letter. "I'm not sure where this Mr Heishan is from? I've never heard of anybody with this name.”

The messenger's face fell.

"You only need to know that you cannot offend or blaspheme the name of Mr Heishan! You have no right to know anything else!”

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ning tore up the letter on the spot. Tan Long immediately brought a trashcan over and Jiang Ning threw the pieces in immediately.

The messenger's expression immediately became frosty when he saw the torn pieces of the letter.

"Do you know what you have just done?!"

"Some fellow from absolutely nowhere suddenly wants to be in control and take charge of me? I've never run into anything this ridiculous before in my entire life.”

"Is this Heishan you're talking about an idiot?"

"How dare you!" roared the messenger. He immediately unleashed a murderous air from his body.

PAK!

But before the messenger could do anything, a strong gust of wind hit him and before he knew it, his face started to sting with pain.