"Young man? I'll spot you three punches?"
Lin Mu's words left everyone stunned.
"Is this guy an idiot?" the man called Xiao Wu said with a strange look on his face. He could tell that Lin Mu wasn't much older than him. Yet here he was, calling Xu Feng—a man nearly thirty years old—a "young man."
Even Da Jun's mouth twitched. Though he didn't know Lin Mu's exact identity, he reasoned that anyone treated with such respect by the old General had to be extraordinary.
"General, can we really trust this man?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but ask, his face full of doubt.
Although Guan Chengye had retired from his post and left all affairs to his son, Guan Xinhe, the men of the Guan Family still habitually called him General.
Guan Chengye chuckled. "Whether he's reliable or not, we'll see soon enough."
"That's true," Xiao Wu said. "General, let's get this straight. If this guy can't handle it, you can't stop me from going over there and killing that punk."
