Yang Chen's forcefulness felt, in Wang Yunkai's eyes, like salt rubbed into a wound. When he saw Yang Chen turn and leave, not even deigning to look him in the eye, his gaze filled with even greater unwillingness.
No, this was impossible.
He still did not dare believe that all of this was real.
Wasn't Yang Chen a good-for-nothing?
Not long ago, he had seen it with his own eyes—Yang Chen had lost miserably in the wager duel with the Wang family, even losing the ancestral Purple Show Pill Furnace to them. It could be said that everyone knew of this matter, and from then on, Yang Chen had been saddled with the label of good-for-nothing.
Yang Chen had lost to the Wang family!
Yang Chen had lost to the Wang family.
Wang Yunkai kept repeating those words in his heart, as though only this could bring him a little comfort.
It was precisely because of this that Wang Yunkai suddenly scrambled up from the ground and roared hoarsely, "Yang Chen, what do you have to be proud of? You're nothing more than a stray dog who lost to our Wang family not long ago!"
Yang Chen had spared Wang Yunkai's life only because he did not wish to invite trouble. Hearing Wang Yunkai's words, he truly found it amusing.
It seemed that only by doing this could Wang Yunkai find a sliver of existence amid his humiliation.
He calmly turned around, his icy eyes fixed on Wang Yunkai.
That gaze gave Wang Yunkai such a fright that his entire body jolted.
"Wang Yunkai, I didn't kill you just now, but that doesn't mean I don't dare to." Yang Chen spoke unhurriedly.
Looking into those eyes, Wang Yunkai felt as if he had been cast into an ice cellar. Even