"Hmmph!"
Feng Yeqing's expression eased when he heard what they said; he huffed coldly, turned his head, and said no more.
"Hey, do you know the saying 'There is always someone better'? That Yan Long we're talking about has been sitting comfortably on the throne of the strongest soldier king of The North for ten years. If he hadn't broken the rules back then, he certainly wouldn't be stuck as a little security guard in Yunhai City now, would he?"
"To tell the truth, if we really had to face off against him, I'm really not sure we could win."
Nalan Wuxun's smile was very mild, and his words were softly spoken, yet his entire body's muscles seemed to suddenly erupt with an intense desire to fight, which those standing around him could clearly feel.
"If this Yan Long is really so strong, then how come he's still a little security guard at a company today? Damn, is this the status befitting the strongest soldier king? Don't make it so pitiful!"
