Zuo Yang brandished his sharp knife, pointing it directly at Meng Da. “Since you used your cultivation to bully my junior brother, don’t blame me for using mine to do the same..”0

With his blade drawn, no trace of Zuo Yang’s usual honest and simple appearance remained. His eyes swept over Meng Da repeatedly, with a trace of bloodthirst.0

Meng Da’s scalp tingled as his heart lurched violently. Oh no, he’s strong! Zuo Yang is too strong!0

In truth, whether it was the Meng family or the other families, they all knew of Zuo Yang’s existence. Yet they overlooked the chef who had never made a move and was solely focused on cooking. Who could have imagined that Zuo Yang would be so formidable?!0

Meng Da was sweating profusely,...0