Zhou Tian spun in a circle on the ground, only reacting after a long while that he had been slapped to the ground? He was a Heavenly Level Mercenary, and yet he had been so humiliated to be slapped to the ground?
"Who? Who hit me?"
Zhou Tian's eyes turned red. If it was just him, it would be fine, but there were quite a few people here, many mercenaries handing in tasks. It was so embarrassing; several mercenaries, though fearful of his authority, had faces flushed with suppressed laughter.
No one admitted it, so with a clang, Zhou Tian drew the sword in his hand, of course aiming it at Chu Lu whom he had just humiliated, pointing his sword directly at Chu Lu.
"Was it you who hit me? You one-armed waste?"
Seeing Zhou Tian direct his anger at him, Chu Lu obviously showed no fear. After all, his Mercenary Group had Long Yan, such a Great God, within it.
"Zhou Tian unjustly blamed me. You've offended many people; don't you have the nerve to say something like this to others?"
