But now, Gao Qiang was truly furious. Di Aixin had been rather restless and could not endure Luo Hua's evaluation period, so he had left on his own. Yet when he left, he had been perfectly composed, and Feng Jun had not stopped him—he owed Luo Hua nothing.
Gao Qiang, on the other hand, could understand his mindset fairly well. He was young; wasn't it normal for him to be a little impetuous?
Gao Qiang did not think Feng Jun's attitude had been wrong. Teachings could not be passed on lightly, and those receiving an inheritance had to undergo tests.
Nor was Di Aixin wrong. He was exceptionally talented and had the capital to be proud—though Gao Qiang still found it a pity. Aixin had simply been too eager for quick success.
Gao Qiang had never regarded Di Aixin as an outsider. Of course, he would not tell Feng Jun, "I think this kid can still be saved." He merely planned to see whether he could help him someday, if his circumstances allowed.
At this moment, he was utterly enraged. Looking at Lü Bufan, he spoke flatly. "I ignored you only because you weren't worth my time. And because I was worried I might not be able to hold back and kill you. Now it seems... there's no need to worry about that."
Hearing this, Lü Bufan froze briefly, then took two steps back. He rolled his neck and assumed a fighting stance, giving a slight nod. "Come."
Gao Qiang did not waste words. Without any gesture or warning, he stepped forward, planted his foot in the centerline, and threw a straight punch. He practically treated his opponent as if he did not exist—blunt and direct to the extreme.
He knew exactly what his opponent was capable of, but did