Yan Boxun looked down at Zhou Zheng with an air of superiority. His achievements were enough to crown him as the genius of Siege City, while Zhou Zheng? He was nothing more than a clown on this stage, destined to be the butt of jokes and the subject of ridicule over tea.

Zhou Zheng's expression remained unchanged, even calm, as if he pitied Yan Boxun.

"Get lost, who do you think you are?"

The pity in Zhou Zheng's eyes made Yan Boxun feel an urge to explode in anger.