"Presumptuous." Tian Yi glared angrily and drew his treasured sword, pointing it at Zhang Yaozu.
"No, no, no, there's been a misunderstanding," Ding Tie, knowing full well what kind of person Zhang Yaozu was, feared that his master had offended him. After all, being the sole son of the Magistrate of Zhangzhou, he was spoiled rotten by the Zhangzhou Prefecture, pampered and treated with utmost care as if he might break at a touch or melt in one's mouth.
"Get lost, what misunderstanding? I think you look like a damn misunderstanding." Zhang Yaozu kicked Ding Tie away with one foot. Turning his head to glance at them, he snorted coldly, "Presumptuous? Today I'll show you just how 'presumptuous' I can be. If you don't see what kind of tyrant I am here in Zhangzhou, maybe you really think I'm a fool." He rolled up his sleeves and spoke viciously.
