He had imagined Meng Zhao evasively denying that the Seven Freaks of Minshan served under him. He had also imagined Meng Zhao using a gentle, tactful manner to brush aside his question.
But no matter what, he had never expected this young-looking, fair-skinned, handsome man, who seemed almost like a youth, to be so fierce, forceful, and direct—to openly lay bare his enmity with the Lei Family and even dare to issue harsh threats.
For a moment, he could not help but feel that this was what a true man ought to be like. A dragon among men was probably just like this.
However, since Dragon City had raised the matter before so many people, he naturally could not simply let Meng Zhao brush him off. Facing this fierce, overbearing youth, he stepped forward as well and said resolutely,
"Young Master Meng, when the Seven Freaks of Minshan were trapped in desperate straits and hunted down, it was the Marquis of Bei Ning who blocked those pursuers for them. He also spent a great deal supporting their Martial Dao Cultivation. His grace toward them ran as deep as the sea.
No matter what the Lei Family may have done wrong, they did show them kindness. The Seven Freaks' act of turning to another master is truly open to criticism. Please do not shield them!"
When it came to trading barbs, Meng Zhao had never feared anyone. He retorted directly,
"Then why don't you calculate how many filthy deeds and evil acts the Seven Freaks did for Lei Wanche? No matter how great the favor, the Seven Freaks had not failed to repay it. Must they spend their entire lives as oxen and horses, selling their lives for the Lei Family, just because the Lei Family saved them back then?
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