Given Zhang Zhi's standing in Cangyun City, very few people dared to cause trouble at his residence.
"What audacious nerve!" Zhang Yang roared, his hands clasped behind his back. His frigid, furious eyes locked onto the intruders like a leopard stalking its prey, sending a chill down the spine.
Zhang Zhi's face darkened, and he was about to step forward to investigate.
"I, Liu Wu, am a simple warrior with no special talents, save for a pair of sharp ears," a voice boomed. Liu Wu strode forward, his already towering figure made absolutely menacing by his rage. "Was it you who was just sarcastically calling my Commander a vulgar man who kowtows to the rich and powerful?"
Without another word, he slapped Zhang Yang across the face.
SLAP!
With a sharp crack, the stunned Zhang Yang's face split open. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
The two elders from the Elders' Court had ordered him to be quick and decisive, so he had no time to waste.
