Bu Xiangfeng was obviously much better at fighting than talking. He couldn't think of any good reason to accuse those men, so he said three things that were similar to each other. He was so solemn and serious when he talked, and he did a good job of acting.
"Bu Xiangfeng, do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?" The guard looked at Bu Xiangfeng with coldness in his eyes. "You are arrogant. I get it. But you should better know where the line is. Ignorance gets you killed. Bu Xiangfeng, you don't look like a foolish man, and it is a surprise to me that you actually talk like that."
"I am sorry to inform you that it doesn't matter who you are." Bu Xiangfeng blandly said, "Because I can't care less about it!
"It is not your job to judge!"
Bu Xiangfeng held the handle of his Farewell Sword with one hand, and he coldly said, "As far as I am concerned, my enemies have one name.
"I call them dead men!"