"Yes."
Morse bared his teeth as he began to speak, his face flushed with anger, his voice emerging through the gaps in his teeth: "That guy, Wang Ye, I hadn't even gotten to the main point when just because I said that Traditional Chinese Medicine in Dragon Country would eventually die out, he made me come down immediately."
"Those people from the Dragon Country are just so confident in their own out-of-date practices," the driver said, echoing Morse's mockery.
Morse's driver was not merely his chauffeur; he also served as Morse's dedicated caregiver and secretary.
"Third Grade Martial Warrior... Is being a Third Grade Martial Warrior really that great?"
Recalling the feeling of wanting to prostrate himself on the ground when Wang Ye had used his strength to suppress him, Morse felt a surge of anger; he had never been so humiliated by anyone before.
And just now, Wang Ye had indeed, truly and brutally humiliated him.
