With a sharp scrape, Tong Fengchao sprang to his feet. "Utter nonsense, utter nonsense! I still have official business to attend to. I'm leaving." Before his words had even faded, he was already gone in a flash.
The gold-armored guards hurried after him. Su Jianming and his son hastily followed, and Su Jianming pushed himself to the limit just to catch up with Tong Fengchao. "Vice Commander, what on earth is the matter? Why are you leaving just like that? If word gets out, it could tarnish your reputation."
"Reputation? What reputation do I have left? I shouldn't have come here in the first place!"
Tong Fengchao stopped and bellowed.
He was seething with a thousand grievances, yet he couldn't bring himself to say them aloud. He couldn't exactly tell them, "The moment I saw that brat talking into the Shadow-Sound Pearl, I had a premonition I'd end up in the Discipline Department."
He couldn't bring himself to voice something so cowardly. What was more, Xu Yi had bluntly exposed his reason for coming here. Whether or not the other man had proof, just hearing it had made his blood run cold.
How could he possibly stand his ground in front of that damned Shadow-Sound Pearl?
Tong Fengchao fixed his gaze on Su Jianming's face and found him more loathsome by the second. If not for this fellow, why would he have come back to Tianyi Dao? And if he hadn't come to Tianyi Dao, how would he have run into that devil?
Now look at him. He hadn't gained a single advantage, he'd delayed the march, and he'd missed out on the offerings others owed him. Worst of all, if word of today's events got out, his reputation—Tong Fengchao's reputation—would be in ruins. Just thinking about it gave him