Yue Xiaofei spoke softly, as though he were stating something utterly insignificant.
Yet every word branded itself deep into Sun Xiaochuan's heart!
"One phone call..."
Sun Xiaochuan's lips trembled as he repeated those words under his breath. His clouded eyes brimmed with endless fear and... disbelief!
One phone call!
All because of one phone call!
A Nine-Star God of War, commanding a vast army and wielding immense regional power, had personally brought over ten thousand elite troops all the way from the Eastern Frontier Theater?!
Just to attend an ordinary soldier's funeral?!
How... how was that possible?!
Who exactly was Yue Xiaofei?!
What was this young man's true identity?!
Sun Xiaochuan jerked his head up. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Yue Xiaofei like a drowning man clutching his last lifeline!
He wanted an answer!
Even if he had to die, he wanted to know why!
"You... who exactly are you?" Sun Xiaochuan asked through gritted teeth.
Yue Xiaofei looked at his face, twisted beyond recognition by sheer terror, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
"I already told you-"
"You have no idea who you've provoked."
With that, Yue Xiaofei paid no further attention to the utterly ruined "King of Jinling." He turned and walked toward Xiao Tian Ce, who had just straightened up.
"Uncle Xiao."
Yue Xiaofei stopped before Xiao Tian Ce and gave the towering military figure a textbook salute.
"You little brat! What a commotion you've stirred up!"
As Xiao Tian Ce looked at the young man before him, a fond, helpless smile finally appeared on his sharply chiseled face, which commanded respect even without anger-the indulgent smile of an elder toward a youngster.
He reached out with his enormous hand and gave Yue Xiaofei's shoulder a firm pat.
"But you did well!"
"A hero of our