Hong Chen Beaten Like a Dead Dog

An apology?

It was the first time Hong Chen had heard that word.

Of course, it was not the first time in his life.

It was the first time he had seen an ordinary person say that word to him.

He looked at the utterly ordinary youth before him.

For one second, he was jealous of the other's handsome appearance.

Then, he carefully examined the other's clothes.

He saw none of the symbols he had hoped to see, and his tone unconsciously became bolder. Especially given the difference in their looks—even if the other was not handsome enough to shake heaven and make ghosts weep, and could not compare to Yao Chen in his prime, he was still far better-looking than Hong Chen himself.

All those reasons combined.

Not only did Hong Chen refuse to apologize, he even raised his brows provocatively and asked, "Apologize for what?"

The moment Lu Yuan heard that, he knew Hong Chen had no intention of apologizing.

However, both to give himself a reasonable excuse to target Hong Chen and to fob off Thunder Venerable, he still answered from his own perspective with a rather cold yet fair response:

"Apologize for your recklessness, naturally."

"Whether the stall was sturdy has nothing to do with you."

"Whether the tent was secure has nothing to do with you either."

"However, if you had not acted, the responsibility would not fall upon you. Even if it had suddenly collapsed, no one would have forced the blame onto you."

"Of course, I am not saying this to seek justice for the owner, nor am I seeking justice for those unlucky people who were injured. What I mean is that although I was fortunate enough to avoid this disaster, had I not paid attention, I might have been hurt. Moreover,