"Ye... Ye brother?" Zhu Dachang muttered under his breath, his gaze naturally falling on Ye Chenfeng beside Sun Yuan. He was immediately taken aback.
Just by looking, he exuded a noble aura, possessing the demeanor of an aristocrat. Moreover, being addressed so familiarly by Sun Yuan, his status must be significant.
"You bastard!"
Without thinking, Zhu Dachang kicked Zhu Sanqiang, leaving a bloody gash on his face with the pointed tip of his shoe.
Zhu Sanqiang knew he had caused a major disaster and remained silent, continuing to kneel before Sun Yuan and Ye Chenfeng.
Zhu Dachang had managed to get to where he was by being extremely shrewd.
"Mr. Sun, Young Master Ye, it's my failure in discipline! This little beast has offended Young Master Ye. What do you suggest? Should I break his legs?" Zhu Dachang said viciously.
"Hiss!"
The sound of people gasping in shock was unceasing around them.
