C808 Fake Identity

Zhang Yu was unfazed by the chaos around him, his icy gaze flickering with a cold light that betrayed his lingering rage.

Without a word from Zhang Yu, Chang Ji dared not cease his relentless kowtowing, his head pounding against the unyielding ground until blood began to blur with flesh.

"Slap yourselves, a hundred times each side, everyone," Zhang Yu commanded, his voice detached