Each word Yue Xiaofei spoke landed harder than the last!
Each word carried a resolve that brooked no argument!
Xu Wenqiang had no answer. Cold sweat poured down his back. He knew he had said the wrong thing.
The young Dragon Head before him had a will harder than steel!
Once Yue Xiaofei made up his mind, not even the Eight Great Clans—nor anyone else on earth—could make him retreat a single step!
"I... I was wrong!"
With a thud, Xu Wenqiang dropped to his knees again. "Then... what do we do now?"
"Clean this place up."
Yue Xiaofei carefully put away the Poison Needle.
Then he took out his phone and found a number he had not called in a long time.
[Uncle Zhao]!
He pressed call.
Some things had gone beyond what he could handle on his own.
He needed stronger support.
He also needed more information about the Eight Great Clans!
Across the entire Dragon Kingdom, few people could offer him that help and still have his trust.
The God of War Shanhe, Zhao Mengsheng, was one of them!
The phone rang for a long time before someone answered.
A man's voice came through, sounding a little tired but still strong.
"Hello? Xiaofei?"
"It's me, Uncle Zhao."
Yue Xiaofei's voice was calm.
"What made you call me, kid? Run into trouble over in Modu?"
Zhao Mengsheng was clearly surprised. He knew Yue Xiaofei. Unless the young man had run into trouble he could not solve himself, he would never ask for help.
"Yeah."
Yue Xiaofei did not hide it.
"I'm in trouble. Big trouble."
In a few words, he recounted everything that had happened that night: Sun Xiaochuan's release on bail, his decision to face him alone, Xu Wenqiang kneeling before him, and finally, the mysterious assailant