"What... what did you say?"
Long Huaxing's gaze gradually turned icy, a sharp killing intent flashing through his clouded eyes.
"Gang Leader, sometimes people have to admit they're old. If you've grown senile, you should step down sooner rather than later. At least you can still preserve the reputation of a wise old man."
Fang Xuan smiled indifferently, as if he could not see the dangerous killing intent in Long Huaxing's eyes at all. Instead, he unhurriedly poured himself a cup of tea and took a faint sip.
Swoosh—!!!
In an instant, Long Huaxing, who had been sitting in the seat of honor, turned into an afterimage and appeared before Fang Xuan.
A large hand, sturdy as an ancient pine, came clawing toward Fang Xuan with howling force.
Fang Xuan did not even raise his eyelids, merely lowering his gaze as he calmly sipped his tea.
Thud!
The large hand stopped three inches before Fang Xuan's face.
The wind from the palm sent ripples spreading across the tea's surface.
"Fang Xuan, do you believe I'll kill you?" Long Huaxing stared fixedly at Fang Xuan, whose expression had not changed from beginning to end.
His chest heaved violently with rage, and the killing intent in his eyes was practically about to burst forth!
Clink.
Fang Xuan set down his teacup and slowly pushed aside the hand hanging before him. Only then did he lift his head and look at Long Huaxing, speaking calmly.
"Gang Leader Long, every hunter knows one truth: when a tiger hunts, it does not roar. Only prey being hunted barks madly without end, trying to bluff its enemy into retreating."
As he spoke, Fang Xuan rose to his feet and looked down at Long Huaxing, whose shrunken frame now only reached his chin.
He bent down, a