Another person came over to toast him and asked in passing, "Aren't you afraid her backing is too powerful?"
"Of course I'm afraid. Why wouldn't I be? But she still had to die. We'll talk after she's dead."
Sikong Jing returned the toast with a gulp of wine, then said, "If I didn't kill her, was I supposed to wait for her to go home for the New Year? Was I supposed to wait for her to keep harming me?"
His voice grew louder and louder, and the gathering fell briefly quiet.
Then the entire place burst into laughter. "Well killed! Cheers!"
In an instant, the atmosphere became even more fervent as nearly a thousand people drank to their hearts' content.
Suddenly, Sikong Jing asked in return, "I've offended Tyrant Fierce Venerable. Aren't you afraid?"
The whole venue paused, and everyone exchanged glances.
Then they all broke into cold smiles. Fan Kui said, "Afraid my ass. At worst, we die."
"Our heads were tied to our belts from the start. Who here hasn't offended a few big shots?"
Fan Kui was not drunkenly boasting. Every bit of his expression was utterly genuine.
At that moment, a beautiful female team member walked out with a tinkling laugh.
Her eyes narrowed as she said with endless hatred, "That's right. Jin Liwu, that hypocritical piece of trash—his uncle tried to subject me to every humiliation imaginable back then, so I snipped that thing of his off on the spot. What the hell do we have to fear?"
The moment those words came out, the whole venue erupted in howls and shrieks...
Then the beautiful woman asked in return, "Brother Sikong, why did you offend that bitch Yang Li?"
Sikong Jing tilted his head. "Her sister, Yang Hua, wanted to humiliate my friend. I