Li Yan's expression was filled with rage and regret.
He was always patient with his advice, constantly worrying.
But now, he could finally let loose.
Getting these long-suppressed words out felt truly liberating.
It's fucking great to get one last thrill before I die!
Zhao Ji was in disbelief.
He thought he was hearing things.
But seeing the contempt on Li Yan's face, Zhao Ji understood. The man was actually cursing him.
Rage surged through Zhao Ji.
"Li Yan, you... Do you have a fucking death wish? How dare you speak to me like that?"
"Who the fuck do you think you are? If anyone's 'Laozi' here, it's me! I'm over ten years older than you, I've been nothing but loyal, tending to your every need, and you're just a fucking waste. I can't believe my shitty luck, getting stuck with a useless Lord like you."
Zhao Ji was about to explode with rage:
