Deathly silence—an even deeper silence. Only the sharp screech of tables and chairs scraping continued to spread. Everyone at the table recoiled as if electrocuted, trying to put some distance between themselves.
Amid the silence, every gaze stared fixedly at him, filled with shock and admiration.
As though they were looking at a dead man.
He was as good as dead!
"Lutzwan, are you drunk?"
A chill entered Ling Shuo's smile. "If you've had too much, then go get some rest. Someone, take him away to sober up."
"What's wrong? Scared?! You don't dare let people speak anymore?"
Lutzwan sneered and flipped over the table before him. Like a madman, he sneered at Ling Shuo. "Either kill me, or get the fuck off that stage.
"I'm telling you, refusal is refusal, resentment is resentment. Kill one of me, and there'll be thousands, tens of thousands more. You're That Ji guy's lapdog—do you think you can wipe out all Seven Cities?!"
Ling Shuo said nothing, merely staring at him coldly.
He waved a hand.
Naturally, people stepped forward, seized the screaming Lutzwan, and prepared to drag him away.
But then, their movements abruptly froze.
A crisp clap sounded.
The piercing sound stabbed through everyone's eardrums, blackening their vision. Their movements fell apart, and they stopped where they were.
"Don't be in such a hurry, A-Shuo."
Ling Liu raised his head with a half-smile and looked over at him. "Wild Bazaar has its rules too. There are so many uncles and elders here; right and wrong, fairness and justice—surely it all needs to be made clear.
"No matter how great the grievance, people should be given a chance to speak, shouldn't they?"
He turned back and looked towards the others seated there.
Ogao's expression stiffened slightly. He said nothing; this had not