Tian Shao almost burst out laughing when he heard this.
This was one of the most interesting parts about young master Chen. No matter how serious the other side was or how many people they brought, he could always use an odd way to completely dismantle their posturing.
“Jiang Chen, you filth! You’re a country bumpkin with no manners alright!” Iron Dazhi almost spat blood in his anger.
“Manners? Manners are designed for people who are cultured. For someone like you, you’re not worthy to speak of manners. Aren’t you afraid of becoming a colossal joke? It’s said that if the upper beam isn’t straight, then the lower ones will be aslant as well. Iron Dazhi, is it? Let’s not go in circles and speak frankly, are you here to pick a fight or just to cause trouble?”
Zhou Yi couldn’t sit still anymore at this time.
After all, although Liu Chengfeng and Xiao Yu’s death had nothing to do with him, he’d been the leader of that operation and therefore still felt a bit guilty.
