"Good, good, good."
Looking at Wu Tian, who maintained his composure even now, Nalan Feng burst into laughter. This was the first time he had ever seen someone so oblivious to their imminent death. Daring to call him a beast right to his face? Nalan Feng had never encountered such a thing. No, he then remembered the incident in King Arthur's kitchen. Now, old grievances and new hatreds were truly coming to a head.
"Security!" Nalan Feng roared.
The surrounding security guards trembled at his voice and braced themselves, stepping forward. They all feared this young master of the Nalan Family. Even though they were the family's security, they too believed their young master was no better than a beast.
"He sneaked into our Gambling Stone Field, and just now, he was talking nonsense in front of me. Didn't you hear him? Why didn't you come sooner? Did I, this young master, have to call for you? Are you dead? Or are you blind?" Nalan Feng furiously berated his own security guards.
