Shopping Spree

"Damn! How dare they? Young Master, once we return back, let's bring the Third Grade Army and destroy this village. If these people keep on disrespecting us, we would never be able to maintain our status as the Great Family." The old man smacked his fist on the ground while sitting on the ground.

Next to him, there was a bed where the young man was laying down with his hands under his head and one leg above another. He was looking at the ceiling while thinking of something.

"Young Master, are we really sliding their impudent behavior?" The old man continued to convince him but suddenly, a figure walked behind him and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Shut the fuck off! Young Master is thinking of something." The middle-aged man had anger overflowing his eyes. And, the aura releasing out of his body was much stronger. He turned at the bed and bowed.

"Young Master, please forgive my father's words!"