And Yang Zhengshan felt absolutely wonderful in his heart.
The pent-up frustration he had been holding in for so many days had finally been vented. His mood was like eating an ice pop in the heat of June—so refreshing it was beyond words.
At this moment, Yang Zhengshan did rather have the air of using someone else's power to bully others.
But then again, hadn't Wang Zheng previously relied on the influence of Duke Shou Mansion as well?
Now Yang Zhengshan was relying on Zhou Lan's influence precisely to return every bit of anger he had suffered before.
Wang Zheng stared at Yang Zhengshan with a face as dark and still as water, his eyes seeming to have been tempered in poison, filled with intense ferocity and killing intent.
Yang Zhengshan felt his gaze, yet did not care at all. He lifted his teacup and took another light sip.
"Young Master Wang, you should know what kind of man this official is, shouldn't you?"
"More than twenty years ago, this official crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood on Heiyun Mountain. After that, I stayed in the countryside for twenty years, enduring the torment brought by my injuries every day."
"Fortunately, this official's luck was rather good. My old wounds recovered, and so this official came to Chongshan Town once more!"
"On the battlefield, it is either you die or I perish. The enemies this official has killed on the battlefield number five hundred if not a thousand."
"In this official's eyes, that brilliant blood red is the most beautiful, the most dazzling. Every time I see that resplendent fresh red, this official cannot help but feel stirred, excited!"
"Especially when the tip of my spear pierces through an enemy's chest, and I watch the blossoms of