Meng Hu stared blankly at Ye Tian, unsure of what kind of reaction he should have.
Instruction? Experimentation?
From the beginning of his cultivation, he had not received even a day of instruction.
Those so-called teachers brought in by Chief Li were no match for them.
Meng Hu wouldn't bother learning; in his eyes, strength represented everything.
In the face of overwhelming power, all skills were just paper tigers.
"Do you feel that your strength is already strong enough and doesn't need improvement?" Seeing Meng Hu's reluctant expression, Ye Tian looked at him sternly.
Meng Hu wanted to retort, but what right did a defeated subordinate have to speak? He deflated in resignation.
"Answer my question," Ye Tian commanded coldly.
Helpless, Meng Hu could only reluctantly say, "I'll listen to you."
Ye Tian couldn't be bothered to argue with him and directly threw a punch, blasting Meng Hu back into the wall again.
