The power struggle tournament ended quickly, attracting great attention among the lower ranks. After all, it was attended by a plethora of powerful individuals. Everyone cared, whether they were there or not. But the higher-ups naturally wouldn't concern themselves with this, leaving it to their subordinates to handle. As long as the subordinates did their job, that was sufficient!
At this precise moment, in Qiu Wuji's room, his expression was extremely grim, his fists clenched tightly. Obviously, Tang Zhong's actions had infuriated him. It was clear that the gesture that boy made in the presence of so many people was a deliberate act of humiliation. He couldn't bear it—being humiliated like that in front of a group of juniors by another person!
"I'll kill him!" Qiu Wuji said coldly, his fists clenched tightly, making snapping sounds.
"But that boy is now a Golden Marauder, and he's growing too fast!" said a hunched follower of Qiu Wuji standing beside him.
