The single word "useless" made Chu Jiang's face flush red.
But soon, a sinister and cruel expression spread across his face.
Yes, you're strong! A mere driver humiliated me, but what are you in the face of the Golden Summit's Yang Family? Heaven has a road, but you refused to take it. Hell has no gate, yet you insisted on breaking in. Since you're seeking death, you can't blame anyone else!
Chu Jiang clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. His face twisted with ferocity, as if he could already see the tragic scene of Chen Yang being slaughtered on the river by the Golden Summit's Yang Family.
WHOOSH!
Five guards, holding iron swords and carrying the might to destroy the world, descended like heavenly soldiers.
Yang Hu, who was rowing, couldn't help but grin. "The Golden Summit's Yang Family sure is overbearing. They put on such a grand display for a funeral but won't let anyone watch the spectacle?"
