When Sun Man, Wangu Ruochen, and the other elders were making their way to the plaza, Wangu Wudi sneered at Huang Xiaolong’s party. “Your idea of tearing off my head for you to pee in it is commendable, but the problem is that my head is right here. Which one of you will be tearing it off?”

Wangu Wudi pointed at Huang Xiaohai and asked, “Huang Xiaohai, are you going to do it? Or will it be Zhao Shu? Zhang Fu? Could it be Ao Taiyi or whoever? I’m afraid none of you have the ability to do it.”

“Huang Xiaohai, you seemed to have forgotten how you lost to me in the past. If I hadn’t taken pity on you and allowed you to live, do you really think  you would have been here talking to me?”

Wangu Wudi burst into laughter.

The family patriarchs behind him didn’t keep their mouths idle either,...