SMACK!
The more he thought about it, the angrier and more furious Zhao Dezhu became, a trace of fear and regret even beginning to bubble up inside him. He suddenly spun around and hurled his phone at a clan member behind him. The man instinctively ducked. The phone grazed the top of his head before smashing hard against the wall, instantly shattering into pieces.
Before the clan member could even process what had happened, Zhao Dezhu was on his feet, standing before him and cursing. "What kind of job did you do? How did you investigate Zhao Yuan? Didn't you say he was just some poor kid from a remote mountain village with no background? Then why would Ma Guotao defy me to back him? Why did even that would-be Witch Doctor jump out to so fervently champion him?"
This clan member was the very person who had been responsible for investigating Zhao Yuan's background.
