"Sheng Siyuan, you've denigrated me as worthless, but what about you? Do you have any right?"
After pausing for well over a minute, Lan Yufeng finally stood there, burning with shame and anger, posing the question.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the man standing there, dragging out his laughter.
"What do you think? I have invested upwards of tens of trillions in their R-country; do you think I have the right?"
He suddenly took a step forward, his tall figure closing in on Nan Jiazi who was standing right there.
Nan Jiazi's pupils dilated in shock in an instant!
"Back then, even the royals themselves regarded me as an honored guest. Now, a mere zither master performing for the R-country's royal family, what is that worth?"
His cold lips slowly uttered these words, and the next second, two piercing gazes that were making Nan Jiazi's scalp tingle suddenly narrowed...
"Ah—"
Nan Jiazi let out a startled scream.
