Upon returning to the capital, he had envisioned a triumphant return. With his title as the King of Martial Kings, he was supposed to game the mortal world and defeat all challengers under the heavens. But what Wu Chen could never have imagined was being forced to his knees on the very first day with three broken bones. The script was clearly unfolding all wrong.
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Wu Chen hung up the phone. His deep eyes turned bloodshot as he stared intently at the old villa before him. He was a guest today, yet he'd been thrown outside and completely ignored. Then there was Zhao Xiaoya, who hadn't deigned to give him a proper look after sizing him up once.
And especially Chen Yang! That bastard had strutted around from start to finish as if he owned the place, completely disregarding him.
Do you all think I, Wu Chen, am a piece of trash?
