At the other end of the table, several young men were seated.
Among them was Ya Shitian.
The man at the head spoke in a deep voice, assigning tasks indifferently.
They were all his sons, and they all had to obey him.
"Satan, you'll be responsible for the B Zone. You'll depart tomorrow," the man suddenly said.
Ya Shitian nodded, "Understood."
"Leave the child here. You go alone," he added.
Ya Shitian's eyes flickered, but he didn't nod immediately.
The man at the head, half his face buried in shadow, "What's the matter, any problem?"
His voice was unwavering, yet it exuded a powerful oppression.
No one could defy his orders here.
Ya Shitian's hesitation had already displeased him.
However, what Ya Shitian said next left everyone shocked.
Ya Shitian looked at him, speaking in a deep voice, "The child should follow me. I will take him."
The atmosphere around instantly turned eerie—
He actually defied his order!
