Zhou Yu sneered:
"I said you're all a bunch of useless drunks, any problem with that?"
"You..." Lin Yinfly was furious.
He almost couldn't help but make a move, but when he thought of Zhou Yu's identity, he had to hold back.
At this time, Jia Guang's eyes were also flickering with anger as he spoke:
"Minister Zhou, although the Hu City Martial Pavilion has faced some setbacks, it's not for an outsider to criticize us."
"You'd better apologize to us, otherwise, this matter won't go away easily."
"Apologize?" Zhou Yu laughed mockingly.
"Do you think I'm going to apologize to a bunch of useless drunks like you?"
"You..."
Jia Guang could hardly control the anger in his heart.
Moreover, the leaders of other groups were all gritting their teeth.
Were it not for Zhou Yu's identity, perhaps Zhou Yu would have been torn to shreds by now.
Seeing the tension had almost reached its peak, Zhou Yu finally spoke:
