After a moment, Chen Cong said gravely, "Good, I understand. Withdraw for now. I have something important to discuss with Xiaojun."
His words struck like a stone against water, sending ripples spreading outward.
Everyone lowered their heads slightly and withdrew respectfully. Though their footsteps were light, they carried a certain heaviness.
Chen Cong waved his hand lightly. An invisible force surged, silently closing the door and windows and shutting out the outside world.
Standing to one side, Chen Xiaojun lowered his head slightly and called softly, "Second Granduncle."
Chen Cong turned to face Chen Xiaojun, his gaze direct and his presence somewhat oppressive. "This time, your judgment was off."
There was a measure of reproach in his words, but more than that, he was guiding a younger member of the family.
Feeling that powerful pressure, Chen Xiaojun took a deep breath and struggled to steady his emotions before answering gravely, "Yes, Second Granduncle. I never expected so many high-ranking Soul Master assassins to appear. The way things unfolded really did exceed my expectations."
Chen Cong said coldly, "Their arrangements caught you off guard by bringing in assassins from the Heartless Tower. In their strategy, they allowed for every possible strength of their enemy and aimed to put you to death. On the battlefield, their very first moves were killing blows. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Who would play house with you?"
Shame washed over Chen Xiaojun as he listened. He lowered his head, his lips moving hesitantly, but dared not say anything more.
He had underestimated the people of the Douluo Continent, assuming they were as stupid as the novels portrayed them. That elementary mistake had influenced him subconsciously, and this time, he had nearly been reduced to nothing.
Nothing else needed to be