Anything More Than This!

Anything more than this!

"Anything more than this..."

Lin Mo carefully savored the four words spoken by Meng Qinxian and Lu Qingjun.

At first hearing, these four words seemed to carry no hint of ridicule or sarcasm.

But when he savored them more closely, they were like a blade without an edge, stabbing into the heart inch by inch.

These four words were filled with disdain, mockery, sarcasm, and contempt... They were truly the most refined form of ridicule.

Seeing that the situation was about to slip out of control again, Chen Yule hurriedly said, "Drink your penalty, drink your penalty!"

A maid brought a wine cup and handed it to Li Yushan.

Having witnessed what had happened to Meng Qinxian and Nie Shang earlier, Li Yushan took the cup but did not drain it in one gulp. Instead, he sipped it slowly.

Lu Qingjun sneered. "You're a grown man drinking wine like some woman, dragging it out forever."

Li Yushan felt deeply humiliated. He glared at Lu Qingjun and shouted, "Lu Qingjun, don't push your luck!"

Lu Qingjun gave a cold laugh. "What? Brother Li, do you want to trade a few blows with me? To borrow Brother Meng's words, with those two or three drops of spiritual power in your belly, do you think you're worthy of fighting me?"

"You!" Li Yushan flew into a rage and shot to his feet, slapping the table.

Lu Qingjun snorted coldly and ignored Li Yushan. He said, "If you want to fight, we can find a good opportunity another day and have a proper match. But now clearly isn't the time. Even if I don't give you face, I still have to give Brother Chen face. I can't ruin Brother Chen's banquet!"

"Drink it already. Don't act like some woman and