The cold and angry words spewed from Yu An's mouth.
His trembling body testified to the immense rage he was suppressing.
"Heh." The Ming'an City Lord smirked playfully, "Elder Yu An, you're overthinking."
"At least, since I took over as the City Lord of Ming'an City, I've never regretted it."
"Hmph." Unable to suppress his anger any longer, Yu An erupted instantly.
"Elder Yu An, what do you intend to do?" Behind him, the old butler shouted coldly.
The Ming'an City Lord merely wore a faint smile, making no move at all.
Yu An, however, gritted his teeth and sat down in anger.
He was acutely aware that in the instant he erupted, the breaths of dozens of strong figures from the City Lord's Mansion had locked onto him.
This was Ming'an City, the City Lord's Mansion, the territory of the Ming'an City Lord, where the Second Elder of the Yu Family dared not act recklessly.
Yu An sat down angrily and whispered to the martial artist from the Yu Family beside him.
