Seeing that the man knew his place, Tan Yue's gaze was indifferent. Dressed in a black woolen overcoat, he leaned back against the soft leather cushion.
His normally stern face looked somewhat sullen, and he found himself inexplicably agitated. He'd found it especially difficult to control his temper these past few days.
As for the reason.
'That little bastard Lu… how could he be so damn lucky?'
His brow furrowed as he recalled the recent news.
Somehow, both Di Xiong and Will had died in the wilderness.
And yet, that bastard Lu had survived.
This news had already shocked many factions in the Red Maple City Circle and was spreading quietly. The Iron Sand Army had been furious, nearly blaming the Tan family for it.
At this thought, Tan Yue's expression was conflicted.
'Was that little bastard just lucky enough to be saved by a Beast Tide?'
'Or is he really hiding a few aces up his sleeve?'
One thought after another flashed through his mind.
