The moment Elder Chen finished speaking, Lu Renkuang immediately clasped his fists.
"Only right."
As he spoke, Killing Intent flashed in his eyes as he swept his gaze across the crowd.
"If anyone dares spread word of this matter, I will never forgive them!"
Luo Pengfei also promptly made his stance clear. He gave Chen Jiudao ample respect while also trying to salvage his own dignity. All the frustration he had endured earlier burst forth, and his terrifying Killing Intent cowed the entire venue.
Only Xu Baichuan seemed somewhat absent-minded. He responded perfunctorily, showing little emotion.
Even so, the guests throughout the hall were filled with apprehension, repeatedly cupping their hands in response.
"Rest assured, my lords. We will never leak this matter!"
As they answered, voices of resentment and indignation gradually rose as well.
"Forget about you lords—even if anyone dares spout nonsense, I'll be the first not to let him off!"
"If word of this gets out, how will we still have the face to show ourselves in the city?"
"Hehe! I wouldn't be so sure. Brother Liu just called himself a kind-hearted man, and he spoke so smoothly with such sincere expression. Are you really as ashamed and enraged as you claim?"
"Bullshit! That was only an expedient measure. Would you dare say no to Mister Yi?"
"You scoundrel! How dare you speak so disrespectfully to this old man?"
The crowd gradually regained their vicious bearing. Villains throughout the hall glared at one another like needle against wheat, as though each had countless grievances to vent. It seemed they might come to blows at the slightest disagreement!
With Yi Feng absent, everyone was a big shot.
Before long, the venue was about to become even more chaotic than usual.
Fortunately, Chen Jiudao's old face darkened, once again