As Zhang Zhao barked in anger, he noticed the young man extend his middle finger out to him.
"I have two things to say to you. First, I'm not standing. I'm sitting on a chair. Second, who the fuck are you? I am talking to your clan leader, are you the clan leader? If not then shut the fuck up?".
Extreme mockery, blatant disdain, the youth's words were full of ridicule.
While the other elders in the hall exchanged glances, taken aback by the youth's boldness. The target of the ridicule, the third elder, Zhang Zhao seethed with rage at the audacity of the young man's words.
His face turned crimson with anger, and his hands trembled with fury. How dare this insolent stranger disrespect him and the Zhang clan in such a manner? Even the clan leader did not speak to him in such a manner.
How could Zhang Zhao take it?
