Cui Ming maintained himself well, still looking youthful, with thick black hair and eyes full of spirit. He looked at the Big Hammer almost pressing against his face, remaining as composed as ever.
"Young man, you must learn patience. You haven't understood the whole situation yet, so don't be so impatient." He spoke calmly, without blinking an eye, though the smile on his face faded.
"What do you intend to do?" A group of young and middle-aged men from the Cui Family surrounded Qin Ming, all staring at him intently.
Cui Ming waved them down to quiet them and then looked at Meng Xinghai, saying, "Brother, weren't you responding to my letter to come and help?"
A young member of the Cui Family also spoke up, "Uncle Meng, my father widely invited old friends to this city to settle the calamity. You might have misunderstood something."
