Zhao He, emboldened by his drunkenness, shouted, "Just because I couldn't last 10 hours in the Divine Blood Lava trial like my big brother, my dad says if I had trained properly I wouldn't be this bad. Is that necessary? My big brother is a genius on the same level as Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong, why compare me to him?"
"I said Zhou Leng was great and hoped to recruit him personally, but they just don't believe me, saying my so-called friends couldn't possibly be that good. Are all fathers in the world like this?"
"Sure, I couldn't compare to my big brother since I was young, but I'm better than the third son, right? Yet my dad always believes him over me."
"Being the second son really sucks, neither high nor low. The third one died, and just because I couldn't get Tong Tianxia to take revenge, my dad looks down on me even more."
"Tong Tianxia isn't an idiot. You couldn't even handle him yourself, why blame me?"
