"No?"
Yan Xianjue asked knowingly.
"Then there's nothing to discuss." Under Lin Lang's less-than-pleasant gaze, Yan Xianjue calmly spread his hands.
Lin Lang said nothing, and no one else present spoke either.
A moment later, an ordinary-looking, inconspicuous man stepped forward.
Yan Xianjue raised a brow and glanced at him.
Yan Xianjue did not care whether the man was deliberately taking the blame for Lin Lang. He gestured to Uncle Lu behind him, who immediately understood and led his men out.
Lin Lang hesitated. After weighing his options, he ultimately did not speak to stop them.
He merely said in a sour mood, "Yan Xianjue, you'd better be careful not to fall into my hands someday."
Yan Xianjue could not be bothered to trade empty threats with him. As Uncle Lu passed Ms. Fang, Yan Xianjue spoke again. "Take her with you. Pour the water out of her brain."
Ms. Fang's eyes widened in disbelief. She had clearly not expected Yan Xianjue to give such a merciless order.
Yan Xianjue directly ignored her muffled struggles. He had long had enough of the Fang Household's brand of self-righteous reasoning.
She was merely a tool. Yan Xianjue's gaze fell on Lin Lang, the main event of the day.
Lin Lang met his gaze without backing down.
After all, he had spent far more years than Yan Xianjue in this arena of fame and profit.
He still knew when to yield and when to stand firm. "Shouldn't you give me an explanation for your people barging directly onto my yacht?"
Yan Xianjue's expression did not change. "What explanation? How about you explain why there are smuggled goods on your yacht?"
He mocked, "I didn't know the Lin Household was still involved in such lucrative business. Now I'm starting to feel like those shares