"Well, well, well! You little bastard, did I give you too much leeway?"
Zhou Pengfei laughed in fury, then turned to Third Master Du and gritted his teeth. "Du Asan, this is the man you captured? He doesn't know a single rule! When I'm unhappy, the consequences are very serious!"
Third Master Du's face hardened. He resented Zhou Pengfei ordering him around like this.
But Zhou Pengfei represented Young Master Zhong now, and he didn't dare offend him.
So he immediately roared at his men, "What are you standing around for? Teach this little bastard the rules!"
"Yes!"
"At once!"
Two Azure Alliance thugs immediately approached with vicious grins, raising their fists to strike Yue Xiaofei.
Ring, ring!
Just then, an urgent ringtone sounded.
Zhou Pengfei's phone was ringing. The caller ID read [Young Master Zhong].
"Wait!"
Zhou Pengfei shouted.
The two thugs froze, not daring to make another move.
Then the fury on Zhou Pengfei's face instantly became respect, even humility.
He quickly answered the call and switched to video mode.
"Young Master Zhong."
Zhou Pengfei bowed slightly and turned the phone screen toward Yue Xiaofei in the center of the hall.
A man's face appeared on the screen.
He might have been called "Young Master Zhong," but he didn't look young at all. He appeared to be in his forties.
His face was sinister and arrogant, radiating superiority even through the screen.
Behind him was nothing but darkness.
"You're Yue Xiaofei? Yue Changlong's son?"
Through the screen, Young Master Zhong scrutinized Yue Xiaofei as though he were an ant.
"You look just like that worthless father of yours!"
Boom!
Those words struck Yue Xiaofei's heart harder than any fist.
My worthless father?
His father, Yue Changlong, was a legend of the Ironblood Division, a god of the Air