"How fucking audacious!" Zhao Feng's pupils constricted as his hand slammed onto the wooden table. He angrily shouted, his aristocratic face twisting in pure rage.
The table violently trembled, startling everyone present in the VIP section of the lobby. Still, they all felt that this scarred Beast Tamer was being insanely arrogant.
Who was the Minister of Revenue? As one of the most important officials within the imperial city, his status and wealth were practically unrivaled.
However, this stranger's tone was filled with absolute, unfiltered contempt toward the Zhao Clan.
It was uncertain whether he was really that confident in his own power or was just deliberately seeking death.
Zhao Feng's eyes lit up with killing intent as his aura rapidly expanded.
The stream of Wind Qi was like countless invisible blades swirling around his silk robes as he swiftly gathered his true energy, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.
