"Ji Mingming, get the hell out of my way!"
Zhang Chaoyang watched Zhu Fugui writhing wildly, murderous intent already rushing to his head. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Zhu Fugui. The Zhang Family was renowned in Upper Capital, and he, Zhang Chaoyang, had run rampant there for so many years. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Fuck, you really don't know when to quit!"
Ji Mingming narrowed his eyes, instantly wanting to ignore this idiot. But remembering his grandfather's words, he sighed inwardly. If this fool kept carrying on, Ji Mingming could not guarantee he would leave this place in one piece. After all, there was a terrifyingly powerful presence here.
Ji Mingming covertly glanced at Lin Yu. Although Lin Yu was wearing sunglasses at the moment, Ji Mingming had seen him up close before and recognized him immediately.
The moment Ji Mingming recalled Lin Yu slapping those terrifyingly powerful cultists to death, as well as the immense Buddha he had summoned in the end—a being capable of destroying heaven and earth—he could not help but shudder. This was a truly ruthless man. Picking a fight with someone like him was simply courting death.
"Damn it, the Zhang Family is supposed to be a family of loyal martyrs. How did they produce such a piece of trash?"
Ji Mingming looked at the hate-filled Zhang Chaoyang before him and sighed inwardly. Then his expression turned stern as he spoke slowly and distinctly.
"Zhang Chaoyang, have you caused enough trouble?"
"Ji Mingming, don't fucking talk to me in that tone. Forget that your sister isn't even my wife yet—even if she were, it still wouldn't be your place to control me. Who the hell do you think you are? Get out of my way!"
Zhang Chaoyang had been