Abat had never felt that his cruelty and viciousness were shameful; on the contrary, he took pride in it.
For in that chaotic place, the same scenes played out almost every day.
Chaos was its defining feature.
"Of course, I know."
Xiao Chen said indifferently, "But what of it? If you knew my identity, you would be scared and immediately kneel on the ground begging for mercy.
Because with just one word, I could turn your Tajin Country into ashes."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Everyone around burst into laughter.
Only Abat felt a hint of unease.
This man knew his identity and still dared to speak like this; could it be that he really had some special identity?
An existence that even he himself would fear?
"General, you can't seriously believe what he's saying, right? This kid is nothing but a castoff of the Duanmu Family. I've investigated; his most significant backing is his wife, the chairwoman of Xinmeng Group.
