Fang Han's teeth ached at the mention of Fang Zijun. That man was a thoroughbred scum, a tyrant who preyed on men and bullied women—not an exaggeration, but a true portrait of him.
Moreover, Fang Zijun treated the Fang Family servants with exceptional harshness. Any pretty maid or maidservant he took a liking to would inevitably be forced into his possession, while male servants and retainers like Fang Han had more or less all been punished by him.
Fang Han himself had once been whipped on Fang Zijun's orders merely because he had been a little slow at his work. That heart-piercing pain was something he still could not forget.
Yet precisely because he understood Fang Zijun, Fang Han felt that this matter was rather troublesome and far from easy.
"I know a little, but not much. Fang Zijun's martial arts are mediocre. There should be someone protecting him at his side, right?"
Fang Han immediately nodded and said,
"That's right. He's an old man around fifty. Fang Zijun calls him Uncle Wen. I don't know exactly how formidable his martial arts are, but for him to guard Fang Zijun and ensure that the Fifth Young Master of the Fang Family remains safe and sound all this time, he must be quite capable. Sir, are you confident you can deal with him?"
Meng Zhao shook his head.
"If one has never truly exchanged blows, who can say for certain that they will win? Much less against someone so mysterious, who has never shown his Trump Card. If we really fight, victory and defeat will be hard to predict!"
Fang Han was rather conflicted. This truly was troublesome. He desperately wanted martial arts, especially the Three Points Return to One Qi. For it to dominate the martial world and reign supreme