Yue Xiaofei ignored Yang Tianhao's bluster.
His gaze swept over the scantily clad men and women in the private dining room, their eyes full of frivolity.
Then it passed over the expensive drinks on the table and the powder scattered across the floor.
Yue Xiaofei felt nothing but boundless disgust and cold fury.
He thought of Chen Ze.
The soldier who had willingly given his life for his country and its people.
The hero who had built a steel Great Wall on the battlefield with his own flesh and blood.
Yet while that fallen hero had shed his blood on the battlefield, this fat, bloated bastard had spent every night here reveling in drunken excess.
Worse still, he had dared to brutally attack the fallen hero's family!
Yue Xiaofei's gaze grew even colder.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He walked toward Yang Tianhao, one step at a time.
Each step seemed to land on Yang Tianhao's heart, leaving him struggling to breathe.
Yang Tianhao instinctively backed away, unease creeping through him.
The oppressive presence radiating from Yue Xiaofei made his very soul tremble.
He had only ever felt this way in the presence of Sun Xiaochuan, the King of Jinling.
"Y-you... what are you trying to do?!"
Yang Tianhao forced himself to remain calm, shouting with a bravado that barely concealed his fear.
Yue Xiaofei did not answer. He simply stopped in front of Yang Tianhao and spoke in a voice that was utterly calm, yet filled with boundless killing intent.
"I served alongside Chen Nian's brother, Chen Ze!"
Those words exploded in Yang Tianhao's ears like a thunderclap.
Chen Ze?
Yang Tianhao's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Of course he knew who Chen Ze was.
He was the brother of the "little bitch" whose eyes his younger sister, Yang Yuanyuan,