Still shaken, Liu Ruyan reported everything that had happened in the club's private room to Sun Xiaochuan, exactly as it had happened, without leaving out a word.
She told him how Yue Xiaofei had ignored the billion in cash and the ten beauties, then crippled ten elite guards in an instant as easily as crushing ants.
And finally, how he had snatched a gun barehanded, seized her by the throat, and delivered that outrageously arrogant ultimatum!
In the study, the sworn sons standing nearby listened to her account over the phone, their expressions changing one by one.
Their initial disdain turned to shock, then to fury they could no longer contain!
"Fuck! That kid's asking to die!"
"He wants our godfather to kneel?! Fuck him and his whole family!"
"Give the order, godfather! I'll take some men and finish him right now!"
The sworn sons seethed with outrage. They wanted to rush out and tear Yue Xiaofei to pieces!
Yet to everyone's surprise, Sun Xiaochuan himself showed not the slightest anger after hearing Liu Ruyan's report.
He did not even raise an eyebrow. He listened quietly until Liu Ruyan finished, then slowly set down the phone.
The study fell deathly silent again.
Everyone watched Sun Xiaochuan, waiting for his wrath to erupt, waiting for him to order Yue Xiaofei's death.
Instead, Sun Xiaochuan calmly rose and walked over to the Blood Plum Painting. He studied it closely, as though everything he had just heard was utterly trivial.
"Interesting."
Only after a long while did Sun Xiaochuan speak, sounding as if he were appraising a work of art.
"He can fight. Money won't tempt him, women won't sway him, and he isn't afraid to die."
He turned and swept his gaze over his sworn sons. A chilling sneer curled his lips.