"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Yu Liexin's anger dissipated, thinking to himself that it made sense!
Who the Apocalypse Guild was backed by — others might not know, but how could he not?
During this time, every night, Yu Liexin was on tenterhooks.
He would never forget the sight of Emperor Zhucong's head shattered by a gunshot, kneeling on the ground in the posture of death.
Nobody wanted to be sneakily entered and taken away by a gunshot in the dead of night.
Within the Lieyang Army Guild, it was whispered that Yu Liexin, whenever he sleeps, requires the company of over a dozen robust men—a piece of gossip that still circulated in secret.
Every time he inadvertently heard these ludicrous rumors, Yu Liexin's teeth would grind in hatred, but he couldn't lash out openly.
Because it was true.
Thus, all his fury was vented onto the Apocalypse Guild.
Yu Liexin saw the Apocalypse Guild as the mortal enemy of his life.
One day, he would return all the humiliation manifold.
