"Aaaah!!!"
A piercing scream rang out, accompanied by the smell of scorched flesh.
At the same time, more forbidden aura gushed forth.
"Heh heh heh..."
The girl's screams mingled with the man's sinister laughter, echoing through the banquet hall.
Everyone stared in terror at the figure in the silver suit, utterly cowed by his brutality and utter disregard for consequences.
Bai Ye released his grip. Zhao Qinghe fell to the floor screaming, a charred cigar burn marking her delicate, fair collarbone.
He quietly admired his handiwork, waiting for Zhao Qinghe to release more forbidden aura.
Yet after a single glance at him, Zhao Qinghe went deathly pale with fright, not daring to make so much as a peep.
Bai Ye froze. Did I scare her too badly? Fuck, she's even more pathetic than Wang Wushe, the king of assassins. How did this rich little princess even awaken?
His expression darkened as he swept his gaze across the room. Everyone lowered their heads as though avoiding a venomous snake, trembling. Not one dared meet his eyes.
Zhao Yan cast a pained glance at Zhao Qinghe. Furious but afraid to show it, he said obsequiously, "Lord Cunning Rabbit, can we discuss business now? All of Myriad Wealth Capital wants to help you rebuild Dawn City."
He hurried to demonstrate their value, terrified that Bai Ye would slaughter them all on a whim.
Bai Ye did not answer. Instead, he took out a fresh cigar and lit it. After a deep drag, he said mildly, "You all want to do business with me?"
The people kneeling on the floor exchanged glances. No one dared make a sound.
"Oh, so you don't."
Bang!
A wealthy merchant's head exploded in the crowd, splattering those nearby with blood and brains.
"Aaaah!!"
Some screamed in horror; others