The Tyrant's Wild Fury

Zuo Wujiang couldn't help feeling a little afraid when he saw the Tyrant react like that.

Though he was the Tyrant's loyal follower, his right-hand man, the Tyrant had an extreme temperament. When his violent streak flared up, even Zuo Wujiang didn't dare provoke him.

One poorly chosen sentence could easily bring disaster down on him.

As the old saying went, serving a ruler was like keeping company with a tiger.

This Tyrant had given himself the title, and had none of a ruler's power, but his volatile moods and violent temperament really did resemble those of many tyrants from ancient times.

All he could do was grit his teeth and try to reason with him. "Big Brother, we need to stay calm. This is probably the enemy's plan. We have to hold steady."

The Tyrant replied coldly, "Hold back? Why should I hold back? If I keep putting up with this, I'll be left with no men at all."

Zuo Wujiang's expression changed. "Big Brother, you mean..."

"Fuck that! I'm going out there myself. I'll find that bastard, tear his head off and use it as a wine cup, then cut off his balls and roast them on a skewer!"

As expected, the Tyrant was still the Tyrant. At the critical moment, he trusted his own fists more than anything else.

Solving problems with force was the logic he believed in most.

He was sick of hearing Zuo Wujiang's arguments.

And right now, his expression and tone made it clear that he was fed up with Zuo Wujiang's way of thinking.

He'd been listening to Zuo Wujiang all this time. And what had it gotten him?

Out of all his men, how many were left besides Seventh Child, that traitor with a rebellious streak? They'd nearly all been wiped