When dealing with people who kept crying about wanting to live, sometimes it took someone hard-hearted to step in.
There was nothing wrong with what Chen Shengwang had said, coming from an old man who had weathered countless storms. But if women like Li Shishi or Yang Yuxin had said it, it would have seemed a bit cold-blooded and cruel.
The person arguing with Chen Shengwang was overcome with shame and anger upon hearing this. "We're all dying anyway. If you keep pushing us, we might do something irrational... We're dying already, so what do I have to fear?"
That was another troublesome aspect of the situation. When terminally ill patients started causing trouble, anyone would get a headache.
But Chen Shengwang truly was not afraid. He stepped forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and said with a smile, "Say that again if you've got the guts."
There were more than a dozen people here, yet he, someone who looked middle-aged—though he was actually elderly—had stepped forward to provoke them. It was truly astonishing.
Some impatient young men had already walked over, intending to shove him or even attack him, but the youngest patient shouted, "Everyone, don't act rashly. Let's talk this out."
If they started fighting here, they might gain the upper hand for a moment, but they probably would not even make it out of the construction site, much less out of Yang City.
Chen Shengwang acted as though he did not see anyone else. Still holding the man by the collar, he said casually, "Do you believe that if I use the Yin Wind Life-Stealing Art, you won't live to see tomorrow's sun? Dying people, huh... Who are you trying to scare?"
Upon hearing this, the man finally lost his nerve. "Master, that's not what I