"Hong Yuan, do you have a way to discipline this boy?" Ye Tang, wishing nothing more than to tear Luo Feng into pieces, immediately asked.
Steward Hong nodded. His face was grim, and he said, "Young Master, during the celebratory banquet later, you can suggest a martial arts performance. Many young talents have come this time, and I'm sure the City Lord won't refuse. Then, you can specifically name Luo Feng as your opponent, and then..."
Steward Hong let out a sinister chuckle, his eyes glinting with malice.
Ye Tang's eyes lit up. He scoffed, "Excellent idea! He disregards me, so I'll humiliate him publicly in front of Yang Wanyi! Let him lose face before everyone!"
Steward Hong flattered, "The Young Master is wise!"
Ye Tang, imagining the scene of humiliating Luo Feng later, felt a surge of secret pleasure. He waved his hand. "Let's go in too."
