Chen Wen's expression remained unchanged as he said lightly, "What, can't you understand human speech, or can't you hear?"
"How presumptuous!"
Seeing that Chen Wen gave him no face at all, Gu Chen finally flew into a rage and slammed a palm onto the table.
The teacups on the table were instantly shattered into powder by the force that spilled out.
Gulp!
Yan Yang was so startled that he subconsciously swallowed.
Chen Wen, however, remained unmoved. He calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Killing Intent churned in Gu Chen's eyes as he stared coldly at Chen Wen.
Before anyone realized it, the murderous aura around him swept outward, pressing down on the entire hall until not even water could pass through.
And it grew increasingly oppressive, with the surrounding Qi gradually being crushed away.
Caught between the two, Yan Yang did not even dare to breathe loudly. Fine beads of sweat involuntarily emerged across his forehead.
He did not know whether Chen Wen was afraid, but he himself was incomparably anxious.
If he could, he truly wanted to ask Chen Wen: Why was this necessary? There was a step right there—couldn't you just take it?
Yes, a favor from the Kirin Faction might not be worth ten billion Top-grade Spirit Crystals.
But after offending Gu Chen, did he think he would still have the life to spend those ten billion Top-grade Spirit Crystals?
To put it bluntly, he was courting death.
Of course, Yan Yang would never say such things aloud.
"I'll ask you one more time. Are you sure you're refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit?"
After staring at Chen Wen for a long while, Gu Chen spoke coldly once again.
This time, his voice carried bone-piercing frost, as if it had been squeezed