"That's enough, old bastard."
Hong Jie felt a toothache from listening and couldn't help but curse:
"If you've got something to say, spit it out, hurry up! Looking at you just irritates me!"
Seeing Hong Jie looking like he had a bone stuck in his throat, Chen Xing was thoroughly satisfied and grinned.
Back when Ninghai Zen was taken as a disciple, that mischievous kid was rebellious and arrogant, never really treating him as a master, and even in front of outsiders, he showed no respect.
Unlike Ah Qi, who was so sensible and well-behaved, perfect for showing off!
"It's a small matter. Your lackeys, who knows whose palm they greased, went against my disciple's grandson and detained his freight ship.
Lao Hong, you lack discipline!"
Chen Xing said lightly:
"Considering our relationship, this can be a big or small trouble. If you can resolve it, I won't interfere; if you can't be bothered, I don't mind handling it myself."
