"Jian..."
Chen Zhanqiu watched his son walk out, positively seething.
He couldn't accept it!
He couldn't accept it!!
He was the boy's own father, yet his words now carried less weight than those of Jiang Xiaobai, an outsider his son had only met once or twice.
Who could he possibly turn to for justice?
After all, he had his own reasons for bringing Chen Jian here today.
Most of those attending the Hidden Edge Banquet were people of the Martial World, and quite a few were experts.
If he could use this opportunity to let Chen Jian mingle with some of those experts, or even win a few over, it would undoubtedly benefit his son in the future.
But now?
Even if his son won anyone over, they'd probably end up on Jiang Xiaobai's damn side!
Chen Jian paid his father no further attention. He strode into the center, fixed his gaze on Jin Sheng, and said, "Come on!"
"Hmph!"
Seeing Chen Jian approach, Jin Sheng frowned slightly, but didn't take it too seriously. "It makes no difference who comes up!"
That was right. As long as this was a contest of martial arts, he was certain to win!
Seniority alone hadn't earned him his position as a commander of ten thousand in the Shadowguard Bureau.
With that thought, Jin Sheng wasted no more words and stamped his right foot down.
Bang!
The ground trembled slightly as he shot forward like a fierce tiger escaping its cage, rushing toward Chen Jian with a fearsome howl of wind and reaching to seize him.
"Perfect!"
Chen Jian's eyes lit up at the sight. Rather than showing the slightest panic, he was positively excited.
Watching from the side, however, Chen Zhanqiu merely let out a deep sigh.
His son had been intoxicated with