The head of the Feng Family was well aware that if Wu Youwei's apology today lacked sincerity, then this situation couldn't be resolved peacefully.
Therefore, he made Wu Youwei kneel down and apologize.
As long as Yang Qi could calm his anger, anything could be discussed.
Otherwise, it would be hard to wrap things up, and it might not just be the mustached man who'd be doomed; even Wu Youwei might not survive.
"Thud!"
Wu Youwei obediently knelt on the ground, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, staring in terror at the head of the Feng Family, and asked, "Master Feng, who exactly is he? What kind of deity is he, making me kneel willingly."
The head of the Feng Family glanced at Wu Youwei and smiled, "I can't believe you are a big shot in Sea City and you don't know Mr. Yang! The one who destroyed the Sun and Moon Sect and caused a stir in the Martial Alliance. Don't you know?"
What!
Wu Youwei gasped sharply!
He was almost scared to death.
