Upon hearing this, Qin Feiyang's eyebrows relaxed.
This person had clearly been bought by the Crown Prince, but Qin Feiyang couldn't be bothered to expose him, nor was he in the mood for pointless talk.
"Tyrant Fist!"
The other two young men also launched their attack on Qin Feiyang.
Fatty warned, "Boss, be careful! Tyrant Fist is a perfect Martial Arts Technique from the Royal Family, and it's said to be incredibly fierce!"
Commander Xu's brow furrowed, and he shouted, "No speaking from offstage!"
"TSK!" Fatty responded with a disdainful flip of his middle finger.
A vein bulged on Commander Xu's forehead. The dignified Commander of the Royal Guards, publicly humiliated by a mere brat—it was infuriating!
"Fatty, behave," Shi Zhou scolded softly, then glanced at Commander Xu from afar and offered an apologetic smile.
"HMPH!" Commander Xu snorted coldly and continued to scan the battlefield.
