Debate
Editor: Henyee Translations
After entering the meeting hall, Ling Han walked toward the main seats on the platform.
He was one of the five commanders, so one of these seats naturally belonged to him.
"Hold it there!" Feng Wuding suddenly said. He raised a hand, and continued, "Ling Han, your position is in question now, so you don't have the right to sit here."
"Oh? I don't have the right just because you said so?" Ling Han said as he looked at Feng Wuding. "You're nothing but a defeated opponent, so quit jabbering in front of me. Do you want to lose everything again?"
'F*ck!'
Feng Wuding's expression instantly became extremely colorful, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Being defeated by Ling Han was the only stain on his reputation. Moreover, he had been stripped of his wealth by Ling Han several times, and this had hurt him to the core. Now, Ling Han was exposing these old wounds before everyone, so he was naturally both humiliated and infuriated.