To his enemies, Chu Feng was never lenient.
"You impostor, a worthless wretch riding on coattails, daring to force this manager to drink filth, you'll certainly bring a grave disaster upon yourself!" Manager Sun continued to bellow.
Having served as a manager in the Golden Talisman Sect Store for so many years, his family had reaped the benefits as well. With his help, numerous relatives and friends had entered various forces, both great and small, within the Royal Capital.
Each and every one of them was doing quite well.
Manager Sun considered himself to be well-connected, with a powerful family backing him, and thought nothing of dealing with the declining Sword King Mansion.
As for Chu Feng, the waste Third Prince, he regarded him even less.
Soon, Manager Sun was pushed out of the shop.
A large bucket of manure water emitted waves of foul stench, provoking nausea. Many unconsciously covered their noses and mouths, frowning deeply.
