Long Zaitian's pupils contracted, his face turned icy and ruthless. He would never have guessed that in Yun City, apart from Miao Ke'er and his elder brother Long Jingtian, there were others who dared to treat him this way. Anger gradually arose in his heart.
But who was he? Initially, there were five brothers, but after Long Jingtian returned to their homeland, some of his brothers died or disappeared, leaving only him and his elder brother alive. Even the lunatic Long Jingtian held him in high esteem. This showed how meticulous he was in his thoughts.
He stood up, adjusting his glasses lightly and said in a flat tone, "Do the Miao family really intend to be our enemies?"
Long Zaitian's face went dark. His adversary was maddeningly insolent. Unable to tolerate it anymore, he snapped in a cold voice: "So, you say that my family is less important than a table full of food?"
"You're correct," responded Xiao Qiang apathetically, void of any facial expression.