Everyone stared in stunned silence.
Jin Feiyan felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Looking at Chen Shouyi, who suddenly seemed like a stranger, she remembered how arrogantly she'd thought she could offer him pointers. Her face burned. Thinking back on it now, he probably hadn't even bothered to take them seriously.
Forget the other martial artists—even Great Martial Artists like Qin Liuyuan and Xiao Changming looked astonished, and it took them a long moment to recover.
Seeing the room fall quiet, Chen Shouyi swore to himself that he hadn't meant to chop the conference table. It had been a completely instinctive move.
Damn this destructive urge.
Perhaps they'd heard the loud commotion, because the door suddenly opened and a group of soldiers rushed in. "Chief, is everything all right?"
"It's fine. You can go," Xiao Changming replied, finally coming to his senses.
"Yes, Chief." The soldiers quickly withdrew and closed the door behind them.
Xiao Changming looked at Chen Shouyi and felt a headache coming on. With strength that terrifying, couldn't he have proved himself some other way? Why chop the table at the slightest disagreement? Now Xiao Changming was in an awkward spot.
They still had a meeting to continue.
Still, he had to force the words out through gritted teeth. "That certainly proves your strength. Everyone, please sit down. Brother Chen, go on!"
A martial artist's standing came from within; strength was the source of confidence. Among martial artists, the strong had always been respected, regardless of status. If you were stronger than me, I'd respect you. If you were weak, I wouldn't even bother with you.
Everyone gradually sat down. The conference table lay folded in half in the middle of the room, making things a little awkward, but not a single person let it