Jiang Chen noticed that Sir Tian Lin still had an "untouchable" attitude and couldn't help but laugh.
It was clear that even though Sir Tian Lin had outstanding martial arts talents and was deeply spoiled by Emperor Pillzenith, the spoiled-rich-boy air around him still hadn't been completely scrubbed off.
Such people often carried some traits of a hedonistic young lord. When confronted with situations, they typically tried to intimidate others with their identity or their father's reputation.
In fact, this was clearly a sign of immaturity.
It could even be said that this inexplicable confidence and sense of superiority were somewhat juvenile. After all, Sir Tian Lin was now a captive, a prisoner at his feet.
A captive without even the slightest awareness of his predicament.
This made Jiang Chen laugh in disbelief.
With a blade in hand, he sliced off a piece of game meat and popped it into his mouth, the aroma filling the air.