You bastard, born to a father who never taught you! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

For the people of Heavenly Strategy, watching a spectacle was practically an instinct etched into their bones.

The fight and commotion that suddenly erupted up ahead immediately caught Li Chen and Feng Shuo's attention.

They looked over curiously and saw a rather burly young man throwing punches. His movements showed that he had trained, but his breath was somewhat unsteady; clearly, he had been indulging heavily in wine and women lately.

With several attendants at his side, he was locked in a fierce brawl with another group of richly dressed men. Smashed tables, chairs, and stools littered the floor, and curses rang out without pause.

Feng Shuo immediately leaned toward Li Chen's ear and began providing commentary. "Brother Cheng, look! That troublemaker's called Han Zhen. He came to the Military Camp a month or so before you, and he's got quite a background!"

Li Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? Then why have I never seen him in the Military Camp?"

Feng Shuo scoffed. "Ha! His father is Grand General Han Wu, the supreme commander of our Northern Army! A true regional overlord with a massive army in his hands! Even Military Supervisor Wang and Commandant Zhou have to bow their heads before his father. Who would dare discipline him?

"He showed his face on the day he reported for duty, and I haven't seen so much as his shadow in the Military Camp since. He spends all day either fooling around here at the Entertainment Bureau or stirring up trouble outside, clashing with disciples from the Sects or brawling with the sons of other nobles."

Li Chen's brows gradually drew together.

Feng Shuo, still watching the spectacle and happy to see the trouble grow, offered his assessment. "But I reckon he's kicked an iron plate today. I hear the