Zu An joyfully reaped his bounty of Rage points. His wisdom for rejecting a private discussion with Mei Chaofeng was once again affirmed.

The triumphant look on Zu An’s face made Mei Chaofeng grit his teeth in anger. 

Just a month ago, this trash wasn’t even worthy of standing before me. Even my underlings could make him hunch over respectfully.

Now, in the span of just a few days, not only is he standing before me as an equal, he even dares to threaten me so openly?

Shit! I should have pimped myself out as well when I was younger!

You have successfully trolled Mei Chaofeng for 666 Rage points!

Mei Chaofeng took in another deep breath to compose himself. He seemed to be doing that a lot today. He beckoned to his subordinates. “Men, bring Plum Blossom Seven over!”

There was a short lull, and some of his henchmen appeared, dragging an utterly horrified Plum Blossom Seven in with them. As soon as Plum Blossom Seven saw Mei Chaofeng, he fell to his knees and hugged the sect master, tears and snot flowing down his face as he cried pitifully, “Godfather, I have let you down! I didn’t expect to bring such huge trouble to you!”

Without sparing a glance for Plum Blossom Seven, he kicked his whimpering godson aside and coldly declared, “The earlier gamble was conducted under Plum Blossom...