A Repression

"Stand still!" Leng Tao bellowed.

Chu Li and the rest ignored him and carried on with their journey.

"Chase him!" Leng Tao put his hand down and shouted. "Catch him and kill him!"

"Master!" One of the middle-aged men called.

Leng Tao turned and glared at him with such hatred it looked as if he was going to swallow him alive.

"Master, forget about it!" the middle-aged man urged in a low voice.

"Forget about it?!" Leng Tao widened his small eyes in disbelief and shouted ferociously. "He hit me! You're saying that I should just forget about it?"

The other man looked at the worried Grandmaster, puzzled by his words as well. "Elder Zhang, what's this about?"

Elder Zhang let out a sigh and whispered, "Master, Elder Huang, if I'm not wrong, that man must be Chu Li, the Head Chief of the Imperial Residence of King An. He is ranked first-class!"

"Are you sure?" Elder Huang could not help but question. "Can Chu Li be this young?"