The old man turned around and saw Chen Nan staring at him with piercing eyes. He blew his beard and said, "Kid, I lost today, but don't even think of embarrassing me, the old man. Speak your piece quickly, and let any nonsense out fast."
The old man thought Chen Nan was about to seize the moment to deliver some mocking words, because he himself had that habit. Every time he saw those guys who lost huge bets to him, their dejected expressions would prompt him to intentionally deliver a few cold, sarcastic remarks—it felt immensely satisfying.
He was ready to leave but heard Chen Nan call out to him, immediately assuming the worst. Even Chen Nan's prior gesture to return the storage ring was deemed as a deliberate ploy to disgust him.
"Well, kid, if Ninth Lord doesn't show his prowess, you think I'm a sickly cat!"
Nine Clawed Fire Glass glared at Chen Nan, feeling a surge of anger, and thought silently to himself.
