Richard's questioning startled Kong Xiong, and the treasure sword he had scavenged from the Taiyue Sect's warehouse fell to the ground.
"Master, who dared to offend you? Just say the word, and I'll boil them alive for you."
Kong Xiong's response silently made Richard shake his head; his subordinate's intelligence clearly wasn't very high.
"Idiot!" Richard coldly said, "Who could possibly trouble me? Who would dare? I entrusted you with the task of taking over other sects' territories. How did you manage that?
Chengshan City is about to be turned into complete chaos by our disciples!"
Only then did Kong Xiong realize that his master was talking about this issue.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief and said with an air of indifference, "Master, our disciples have been suppressed for so long; let them make a fuss."
He thumped his chest, guaranteeing, "I assure you, the tax burden will definitely be met this year!"
