Although his strength fell short of the three titans—Ouyang Long, Wang Chongqing, and Violet—he still ranked among the top five of the sixteen Grand Lords, two places above Cheng Feng's patrons, the Si Family.
So even when someone as arrogant as Dan Xiong called him directly by his full name, he could not easily afford to offend him.
"The conditions are even worse than I imagined. The enemy is hiding behind the Dense Fog Zone, and we can't find so much as a shadow. Polang has been captured, and our inside contact is nowhere to be found either. Jiang Hao probably discovered and captured them long ago. That means we can only rely on ourselves to find a way through the Dense Fog Zone and locate the Self-Defense Army's hiding place."
Dan Xiong was not only burly and thickset but blunt by nature. Hearing this, he launched into a string of complaints without the slightest restraint. "How are we supposed to search that boundless fog? General Liu Polang should never have been made the vanguard commander. Now look what's happened. Not only has he held everything up, he's gotten himself captured too. He really can't accomplish a thing without making a mess of it."
On and on he went!
He showed absolutely no restraint. Liu Chengfeng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. This bastard came here deliberately to disgust me, didn't he?
Sensing the murderous intent radiating from him, a gentle-looking man reached out and tugged at the endlessly prattling Dan Xiong.
"What are you pulling me for? I haven't finished!"
Once that bullheaded temper of his flared up, even ten oxen pulling from behind could not hold him back.
"Who gave him wine? This