Hearing the Huaxia martial artist’s tearful account, Zhuque’s face turned livid with rage. As one of the Four Divine Generals of Huaxia, he naturally possessed a sense of national pride. How could he not be furious to see these foreigners bullying a martial artist from his own country?
"Don't you think you've gone too far?" Zhuque pointed his finger at Malok, shouting indignantly.
"Zhuque, so what if I have? It's your Huaxia martial artists who are pathetic. Who can they blame but their own incompetence?" Malok sneered. Although he knew Zhuque was famous, this was the City of Sin, not Huaxia. In this city, yellow-skinned martial artists were inherently at the bottom of the hierarchy.
Chapter 108