"Thieves are despicable!"
In the exclusive No. 3 VIP room of Stars Tower, shortly after the guiding steward had left, Yan Cong slammed his palm on the hardwood table in front of him.
The hardwood table, made of hundred-year-old ironwood, silently turned to dust under Yan Cong's strike, releasing some of the fury he held within him.
"Tower Master need not worry. The rumors spread by Ye Zhen will soon collapse on their own. Ghost Spear Xian Yutong, a man with such a notorious reputation, how could he be one of us from Stars Tower?" Deacon Ding said.
"Indeed, Tower Master. Yet now Ye Zhen is wholeheartedly our enemy at Stars Tower, and the boy has tremendous potential. We should really come up with a strategy against him early!" As Steward Ma spoke, a hint of regret surfaced on his face. A genius with such potential had been forcefully turned into an enemy of Stars Tower due to the Tower Master's personal grievances.
"Yes,"
