"I was scared to death."
Duanmu Chang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "You bastard, how dare you scare me? Let me tell you, even if you know Head Chen, it's useless.
My son Duanmu Zhuo still has the upper hand over you, and what's more, we have the backing of the most powerful King Yama War God.
Dare Chen Yigeng provoke him?
I advise you to be sensible, that uniform is not something you can wear, piss off the War God and you're done."
"Dad, could this guy be trying to implicate our family on purpose? He does have connections with our family, and though we don't acknowledge it, the War God won't care about these things."
Duanmu Lin suddenly shouted.
"Xiao Chen, you're so despicable!"
"You're shameless!"
People from the Duanmu Clan were on the verge of madness.
Xiao Chen was actually using this incident to drive a wedge between them and the War God—how hateful.