Zuo Tianlin slapped Wu Tuan across the face with a crack, and five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on his cheek.
"I never imagined that a son of mine, Zuo Tianlin, could be this useless!" Zuo Tianlin sneered. "How many times have I told you? Matters out in the open must be dealt with openly."
Although Wu Tuan bowed his head and listened, his expression showed little acceptance.
Zuo Tianlin glanced at Wu Tuan and said unhurriedly, "You think I'm upset over losing a Card Adept? Wrong. I'm angry because you repay every slight, your heart is narrow, and you'll never amount to anything. Compared with Tingyi, you're far behind."
Wu Tuan's face darkened, and he forced a sentence through gritted teeth. "Of course. He's the son you acknowledge!"
The corner of Zuo Tianlin's eye twitched, and he raised his hand to slap Wu Tuan again. But seeing Wu Tuan stiffen his neck, his face full of stubborn defiance, he felt a stab of pain in his heart and gently lowered his hand.
Zuo Tianlin snorted. "Someone in command must have the mindset of someone in command. Look at what you did this time. Did any of it resemble the actions of a leader? Yu Xin's death isn't a major problem. The problem is that he died for nothing. Not only did we gain nothing, we also made an enemy. What angers me most? None of this was necessary. We never needed to make an enemy like this! We aren't afraid of enemies, but making enemies everywhere over trivial matters is stupidity!"
Seeing that Wu Tuan still looked stubborn, he suddenly grew impatient and waved a hand. "Leave."
After Wu Tuan left, Zuo Tianlin switched on his communicator. "Have Minghui come see me."
Minghui wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked