"Talk about honesty? No con artist would engrave the word 'con artist' on their forehead!" Wu Dabao shouted sharply.
Although he was extremely eager for his hand to recover so he could continue to practice the Kunlun Hand and become a formidable figure in the martial world.
However, once he was convinced that Zhang Dadan was a con artist, Wu Dabao didn't feel the least bit disappointed, he even felt ecstatic instead.
This way, his grandfather wouldn't defend him anymore, and he could... well, still wouldn't be able to beat him, but at least he could vent with his words!
"Zhang Dadan, oh Zhang Dadan! To think my grandfather trusted you so much, and you're just a complete fraud!" Wu Dabao continued to rant.
Zhang Dadan hated it the most when people called him a con artist, but Wu Dabao continued to yell, which made Zhang Dadan angry.
He slapped the table casually, the solid wood table immediately splintered, and the tea on the table splashed out.
