A strange silence fell over the private room.
What audacity!
Zeng Biao stared darkly at Chen Yang, his face unreadable. He then began to clap slowly. "Kid, your skills are decent enough! But in the end, you're just one person."
"I've met people with your kind of skill before. Now, they're either in wheelchairs or rotting in a prison cell."
Zeng Biao squinted, saying in a leisurely tone, "How could a little punk like you possibly imagine the influence I, Zeng Biao, wield in Xicheng?"
Chen Yang laughed. Is this guy really threatening me?
Just as he was about to make his move and take down this old thug who considered himself invincible, his phone suddenly rang.
Chen Yang frowned, took out his phone, and answered the call.
"Lord Chen, it's Zhao Yinghu," the man on the other end said, getting straight to the point. "I just heard from my subordinates that they saw you at Zero Degree Bar. It seems you've run into some trouble?"
