At that moment, everyone in the bar looked at Su Ming, their eyes filled with disbelief.
They couldn't believe Su Ming actually dared to speak to Qiao Zhi like that.
"This little brother's got quite a bit of nerve."
Even Zhu Yun, who had been watching from the sidelines, had begun to see Su Ming in a new light.
What kind of person was Qiao Zhi?
He was the second son of the Qiao Family, one of the Eight Great Families; a Five-star Peak Level Hunter; and the Vice-Leader of the A-class Team, Jade Dragon Pavilion. He was a prominent figure in Tianfeng City, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he wielded overwhelming power.
Even setting all that aside, Qiao Zhi was a scion of a great family who was nearly forty years old. The bearing of someone in a position of power was impossible to conceal. Ordinary people probably wouldn't even dare look him in the eye. A mere sidelong glance from him would make them nervous.
But what about Su Ming?
He was only eighteen, not even twenty yet, just a young man—and he actually dared to ask Qiao Zhi, right to his face, "Why?"
Nor had he said it in an impulsive tone born of anger and despair, without any thought for the consequences. Instead, he had worn a faintly amused expression and remained exceptionally calm, as though savoring something, completely at ease.
This definitely couldn't be explained away with "hotheaded youngster" or "hasn't seen the world."
Qiao Zhi had even less expected this overly young boy before him to say, "You—why do you think you have the right?"
It had to be known that, before this, Qiao Zhi had never taken Su Ming seriously.
In his eyes, Su Ming had merely gotten lucky enough