"And you, you're called Ying Wu, right? Great Qin's Legatee doesn't need a fake Legatee like you, so you can leave and get rid of your Ying surname."
Hearing Zhao Fu's second order, everyone felt even more shocked. It wasn't just the Ying family's number one successor but also the fake Legatee who wasn't spared.
Ying Wu – no, Li Wu – suppressed the anger and resentment within him. The humiliation he had felt today had been carved into his heart, and he wanted to dismember Zhao Fu into ten thousand pieces. He thought to himself, "You're just a dog of Great Qin's Legatee; what are you acting all high and mighty for?"
Even though he felt incredibly spiteful, he didn't dare to look discontent because he knew that it would only take a single sentence from Zhao Fu to kill him.
As such, he didn't wait to be dragged out and instead walked out by himself. He felt incredibly humiliated, and every step he took made him feel more hatred towards Zhao Fu.