Inside the Dark Forest's council hall, ever since Scarface appeared, he had been staring fixedly at Qin Luo.
His eyes were filled with icy malice. The humiliation of that day—today, he had to reclaim it from Qin Luo tenfold, a hundredfold.
Facing this masked fellow, Qin Luo's lips curved into a mocking smile.
"Then I'll start with you."
He did not care what procedures the Dark Forest's meeting was supposed to follow. He needed this meeting to proceed at his pace.
Passively waiting for the meeting to begin and unfold step by step was naturally not Qin Luo's style.
Meeting Scarface's gaze, he snapped, "What the hell are you looking at? Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyeballs out!"
His voice was especially piercing in the great hall, drawing nearly everyone's attention.
They looked at Qin Luo, then at Scarface, their expressions turning strange one after another.
Scarface was also somewhat stunned by Qin Luo's rebuke.
This was his home ground. He had been looking for a chance to kill Qin Luo.
Yet now, Qin Luo had actually taken the initiative to berate him.
Where did that leave Scarface's dignity?
Since that was the case, he would not wait any longer.
Holding his saber, he strode forward and said coldly, "This is the Dark Forest. It is not a place where a brat like you can run wild!"
"You're shouting and making a scene here, I..."
Before he could finish, Qin Luo cut him off.
"Say one more damn word, and I'll kill you!"
"Kneel down and admit you were wrong. Then I can spare you this once."
In everyone else's eyes, this attitude could no longer simply be called arrogant.
This was madness—a complete and utter madman.
To behave like this on such a solemn occasion, he was simply