"Useless fools! You're all a bunch of fucking useless fools!" Inside Netherworld King's Hall, Ye Fei, dressed in purple, roared in fury as he read the message from his men. He hurled the wine glass in his hand, and it shattered across the floor. The subordinate who delivered the report stood frozen to the side, trembling and not daring to make a sound, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.
"There's no need to get so worked up. Given Zhou Fan's abilities, did you really not expect that in just one year, he could become strong enough to contend with—or even kill—Blake?" A side door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman in a long black dress walked in. Her eyes swept over the shattered glass on the floor, and she frowned imperceptibly, a flicker of disgust in her gaze. With a wave of her hand at the surrounding men, the hall was cleared, leaving just the two of them.
