[The Wronged Dragon Head Market Master]

This man was none other than the Dragon Head Market Master, Liu Yong, who had roamed the lands of the north for over four hundred years and could be called a regional overlord. Back then, it had been the Ping'an Market Master who had accidentally beaten his son into a woman.

Speaking of which, the one surnamed Liu really had been unlucky enough. Who knew what bad luck he had run into? When he had been in his prime and full of ambition, the son he had placed such high hopes on had turned into a daughter. In his old age, during his most flourishing years, more than a hundred markets had existed with no one daring to provoke him.

He Zhao had sneaked in and gone on a killing spree inside the market. The key point was that before this, he had already sunk a valuable Treasure Boat, and had conveniently killed Liu Peng, Old Liu's youngest son on whom he had placed high hopes for the second time.

It was simply kicking a hornet's nest. The master had come to stir up trouble once, and now the disciple had come knocking again to do the same.

"Where did you crawl out from, you wild old man, daring to run wild on this old man's territory? Did the adults in your family never teach you that when you're away from home, you should cause less trouble? Or should I teach you today?"

Not a single curse word was in that sentence, yet he had found every possible way to call him a bastard and a mongrel. He had even taken advantage of him, indirectly saying, [I'm your father.]

"Pfft—"

When Ruthless He Zhao heard this, he could not hold back and burst out laughing.

"Coward!"

The Dragon Head Market