Wu Wei-Tao instantly laughed when he heard what Ye Fan said, "Answer to you? Are you fit? You are just an inexperienced youngster. Lei San and the others bow to you because you are a good fighter, but don't presume you are truly the King of Jiangdong. To put it bluntly, you're just a thug. How different are you from a hooligan? If I wanted to, I have the power to take you down any minute. If you know how to behave, I don't mind letting you keep some dignity. It's too bad that you refuse to take my advice and insist on acting recklessly. Then you can't blame me for disregarding our ties!"
Wu Wei-Tao's eyes were filled with iciness as he spoke furiously.
Wu Wei-Tao was keenly aware that Mo Shan-Shan was at fault.
But so what?
Right or wrong meant nothing in this world. The only thing people cared about was their own gain.
In Wu Wei-Tao's eyes, Ye Fan was just a youngster who came from a poor family and rose to fame and fortune by fighting.
Although he was the King of Jiangdong, he was a thug in reality.
And he had no history or background.
But what about Mo Shan-Shan?
She was from an influential family. Her family was so well-connected that they even helped Wu Wei-Tao with his career before.
Even a fool would know whose side to take!
Wu Wei-Tao chose to offend Ye Fan, so that he could answer to the Mo family.
But just as Wu Wei-Tao spoke angrily, he realized that Ye Fan had clenched his fists tightly again.
Wu Wei-Tao looked at him with contempt and shook his head as he smiled and said, "What? Are you trying to resist or hit me? Mr Chu, I suggest you perish the thought if you value your life. I know you are good at fighting but are your fists tougher than bullets? No matter how strong you are, can you beat bullets? We're living in modern times, so the days of monarchy and violence are over. You might be proud of your martial arts, but it's worthless to me."
His eyes were filled with confidence and ridicule when he spoke coldly.
Wu Wei-Tao sounded as though Ye Fan was already at his mercy.
Instead, Ye Fan shook his head as he listened.
"You are just an ant and a frog in the well. You don't know how mighty martial arts are because you aren't in our circles. Truly strong martial artists can do the impossible. They can handle cannons, missiles and even hack a navy vessel apart, so even the president and army commanders treat them with respect. Do you think technology is better? The people who truly stand at the pinnacle in the world are martial artists. Since time immemorial, nothing has changed. Only you have
become ignorant."
Ye Fan's indifferent voice swept through the room like a storm.
But he wasn't lying.
The God of War, Ye Qing-Tian and the King of Fighters, Mo Gu-Cheng were martial artists who stood at the pinnacle of power.
Even the president of China treated them with respect.
They were the six pillars of the country who defended the nation for them!
To people like Ye Qing-Tian, cannons and missiles were already useless.
The only thing that could hurt them was probably nuclear bombs.
Decades ago, a supreme grandmaster butchered an entire city filled with hundreds and thousands of people to seek vengeance for his deceased wife.
Their government leader was so angry that they sent the army to stop him.
In the end, all of them were slaughtered by the supreme grandmaster.
He singlehandedly made the country submit to him. The country's leaders apologized and sued for peace and even offered the murderer up on a platter.
Through the incident, the prowess of a supreme grandmaster shocked the world.
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