"Damn! That kid really loves to showboat!"
Uncle Feng, a knife scar stretched across his face, was watching the live report on the TV inside the South Lake mansion. He ripped a piece of it off between his teeth. It was as if the peach had wronged him in its past life.
"Old Feng, it's not nice to talk behind someone's back when you're eating their food."
Uncle Qin took a peach and ate it as well. He seemed to enjoy it a lot.
"Hmph! This peach was given by our lady master! That bastard has nothing to do with it!" Uncle Feng roared.
"This kid is really something!"
Lan Zhengguo spat out down the seed and quickly grabbed another peach.
He squinted and asked, "Do you guys think that kid might become as powerful as me?"
"Master, would you like to hear the truth?" Uncle Qin smiled and asked.
Uncle Feng grimaced and remained speechless.
"Well, there's your answer."
