The... The War God of the State?!
As those words formed in his mind, Shi Xu felt as if he were about to bite his own tongue off. His scalp tingled, his heart pounded, and he was flooded with utter disbelief.
THUD.
The young man, who just a second ago had been brimming with smug superiority and arrogance, crashed onto a nearby dining table, unable to remain standing.
This guy, only a few years older than me, has achieved something so earth-shattering?
Shi Jiu gave up struggling. Out of the corner of his eye, the man who had trampled him underfoot seemed to tower over him, majestic and upright.
Someone who had seemed so ordinary before was actually the War God of the State, a name known throughout the entire nation? And Yang Hu, a man I dismissed as a bastard, is this great man's deputy?!
"COUGH, COUGH."
He gasped for air. The severe psychological blow made his scalp crawl and his mind go blank.
This isn't real, is it? But that gun...
