a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you all failed to seize it. The opportunity has passed. A second attempt He'll be on high alert now, with layers of protection around him. Even a fly couldn't get...Chapter 158, After Reading, Get Out

These people, upon seeing that it was Master Duan who had been thrown out, widened their eyes in shock and astonishment. Their expressions were as if they had seen Confucius himself resurrected.

Du Changmian crawled up from the ground, his face flushed red with a mixture of anger and humiliation.

He had never suffered such a heavy loss in his life.

Just now, a young man of unknown origin suddenly arrived. Before I could even scold him, the guy threw his subordinate behind him directly at me.

Such a disgrace! Duan Changmian was so furious that his eyes were bloodshot.

He got up and was about to go back in when a middle-aged man with a blank expression walked out and stood before him.

"You dog-licker, get out of here!" Duan Changmian roared.

Chen Tong's mouth twitched, and he recalled the prince's instructions in his mind. He said with a fake smile, "My master said that if you are sensible, just get lost. If you're not..."

"You dare to disrespect me! What do you think you're doing!"

Du Chang's cotton was furious, his hair bristling. Such threatening words he had always used against others, but never been threatened himself.

At this moment, countless venomous plots surged within his heart, devising ways to seek revenge.

Chen Tong said ominously, "If you don't know what's good for you, I'll have your father Duan Jinjiang go from a white-haired man to a black-haired one."

At these words, the surrounding air grew cold with shocked gasps.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering who this mysterious person was. They couldn't believe someone could know Duan Changmian's identity and be so arrogant, even daring to say something as cruel as "making Duan Jinjiang go from having white hair to black hair".

Duan Changmian's face was full of cruelty and resentment.

He is the notorious number one playboy in the capital. While his background and family history certainly play a part, he's also a cunning playboy.

Being able to come and go freely from the inn isn't a great feat, but it certainly indicates someone connected to the government. It's safe to assume they have someone in office.

Would such a person be insane

If he is not a madman, and speaks words like that to his own father, the Grand Tutor of the Imperial Court, then there must be some truth to his words.

My mind frantically searched for the face of Li Chen that I had glimpsed before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember which family in Beijing he was from or when he had appeared.

"You dog-licker, dare you reveal your master's origins I want to hear, what abilities does he have What high official is in his family that dares make my father and me end up like this!" Duan Changmian said menacingly.

Chen Tong coldly smiled and took out a waist card from his bosom, smashing it onto Duan Changmian's face.

This waist badge is gleaming gold, crafted from pure gold, weighing at least three or five ounces.

Such a heavy medal slammed onto Duan Changmian's face. Chen Tong's hand was strong, and he immediately smashed the unprepared Duan Changmian, causing him to scream in pain, covering his nose as blood gushed out from between his fingers like a spring.

The Duan Changmian was so angry he could explode.

Before he could even react, his eyes caught sight of the blood-stained waist token. A small seal script "Su" character was etched on it, and instantly, all expressions froze on his face.

Su family!

Du Changmian just couldn't figure out how the Su family could have ended up here.

The gold medal was flipped over, and on the back it read: "Son of Su Jia, Pingbei."

Simply six words, meaning this waist badge represents Su Pingbei.

Chen Tong stood with his hands behind his back, blocking the doorway. He looked at Duan Changmian, whose blood was dripping onto his expensive silk robe, and said in a voice that perfectly imitated a lackey: "My master is friends with General Su Pingbei, the descendant of the god of war. Even ordinary people wouldn't be able to get this token. So what if your father is Duan Jinjiang Can he even go to the general's mansion and take someone"

“My young master said that you would definitely ask about my identity. If you do, show you this token and then... leave!”ashed with him before, but the scale was not large. The number of people involved was generally in the thousands. Both sides restrained each other and did not engage in large-scale battles exceeding t...