When Zhang Menglong pulled out a lump of dog poop, the entire courtroom hall became as quiet as a library; you could practically hear a pin drop. The first impression everyone got wasn't one of insult and contempt but rather of vulgarity and poor taste.
Of course, Zhang Menglong never considered himself a refined person. He thought of himself as a downright vulgar man, and he wasn't someone who cared about saving face. As long as he could disgust his opponent, sacrificing a thousand of his enemies while taking an eight hundred hit to himself was something he could accept.
"Mr. Zhang, we don't need to communicate with emotion." Seeing their ancestor's bones, the people of the Moyan family became much more agitated. Their earlier words were merely to probe Zhang Menglong.
