Zhang Lu threw Dai Zhanpeng onto the ground like a dead dog, then walked away as if nothing had happened.
Dai Zhanpeng endured the intense pain his body was experiencing, adjusted to a comfortable position sitting on the ground. At this moment, his face underwent changes in complexion, turning livid gray. After surveying his surroundings, his mood sank to its lowest. Among these trainees, there were more than a couple with backgrounds more powerful than his own. Realizing this, he felt despair.
"Now I've kicked the iron wall. If I had known, I wouldn't have been so arrogant." Dai Zhanpeng regretted deeply.
He tried as much as he could to exhibit the demeanor befitting of a Dai Family heir. However, the fear and helplessness on his face were incredibly strong.
It was too late to regret now; he could only go with the flow.
The only certainty was that no one would dare do anything to him; just the fact that he was from the Dai Family was enough.
