Chen Ying bowed to Tang Zhenghua, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes sharp as knives as they swept over the people behind Chen Ying.
He snorted coldly and said, "Brother Chen Ying, these days some people are living better off by gnawing on bones like dogs. You must view people in a new light after a mere three days, don't you think?"
Chen Ying's smile remained, but inside he was very displeased. Tang Zhenghua's domineering reputation was well-known in the Central Plains, and indeed, he had the capital to be domineering.
In the jianghu of the Central Plains, Tang Zhenghua himself was a master close to being half-step Grandmaster. These days, to be domineering one needed true strength, and Tang Zhenghua had just that.
