Huang San's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
With his temper, he was itching to leap up and slap Tang Wen to death.
He'd teach him that no matter how formidable a Seventh-Grade warrior might be, they couldn't withstand a single slap from a Fifth-Grade master.
But after his chest rose and fell in a violent heave, he forced himself to swallow his pride.
For no other reason than this: of the four White Tigers present, two were staring intently at him.
If he dared to make a move against Tang Wen,
the two White Tigers would surely attack him.
What else could he do but endure?
President Feng glanced at Huang San. Seeing that he said nothing, he naturally kept his mouth shut, even unconsciously swallowing.
Only one White Tiger was staring at him, but one was more than enough.
Seeing Tang Wen speak so domineeringly in front of all of Ganshan City's top brass, the bewitchingly charming Feng San Niang couldn't help her slender body from trembling.
'Dominant!'
