Being called "Nephew Wuming" caused Hu Wuming’s face to burn with embarrassment. He was pushing forty, and to be addressed as a nephew by a mere twenty-year-old was more than his pride—thick-skinned as it was—could handle.
"Shut your mouth!"
"Spare me your tongue. If you’re smart, you’ll release the commander, and we of the Qianghu will continue to treat you with wine and hospitality!"
Chapter 794