The Fatso heard that and planted his hands on his hips, yelling at the President, "You're blaming us for having too few people? What was that line from Mr. Lu Xun? 'Those who follow the Way have many allies; those who stray from it have few!'"
Jiang Cheng's first reaction was to shut him up, disgusted by how embarrassing he was.
But the President, whom the Fatso had mocked, suddenly laughed. The sound gave the Fatso goosebumps. "Heh. You said it, not me."
After saying that, the President's expression turned strange. He slowly drew in a breath and extended both hands in front of him, palms level. The pair of eyes that had originally belonged to Shao Tong began to tremble for no reason, then abruptly flipped over. Silver eyes now stared out from the President's sockets.
"Watch out! He's getting serious!"
Water Lord slowly stepped forward, his expression grave. As one of the very few people who had managed to escape the President, he knew how terrifying the man was. He had also witnessed the President's true fearsome power. If it hadn't been for that person last time, the President would have devoured him.
Hearing Water Lord's assessment, the Fatso was stunned. His brain short-circuited, and he blurted, "Damn, so he was just playing with you before? Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Water Lord glared at him. "What are you afraid of? I'm no pushover, either. With me and that young brother here, I refuse to believe one man can run rampant!"
"Senior, with you saying that, I feel much better." Water Lord's glare made the Fatso's heart pound, but with Water Lord's promise—and his firm confidence in his own strength—the Fatso still believed the odds were on their side.
He glanced around and suddenly realized Tang Qisheng