As Zhao Wenzheng watched Lin Yue's uncontrollable rage, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He had grown up in a great clan like the Zhao Family, immersed in their internal strife, schemes, and manipulations. For him, such tactics were already second nature.
This was especially true for Lin Yue. He possessed a superior root bone but had an arrogant and narrow-minded personality. He'd had it easy at the Martial Arts Hall, never facing any real setbacks, and his experience with the world was shallow.
Dealing with someone like that required no complex schemes. A simple prod was enough to ignite the flames of jealousy and resentment in his heart.
"Junior Brother Lin, have some water to calm down." Zhao Wenzheng picked up the teapot, poured a cup of warm water for Lin Yue, and handed it to him.
Lin Yue snatched the cup but didn't even look at it, violently flinging it to the ground.
