Dead silence, increasingly dead silence, only a sharp sound of tables and chairs grinding against each other kept spreading, everyone at the table seemed electrified as they recoiled, trying to distance themselves.
And in the silence, everyone's gaze was fixated on him, a mix of horror and admiration.
As if looking at a dead man.
He's as good as dead!
"Lu Ciwang, are you drunk?"
Ling Shuo's smile showed a chilling hint: "If you've had too much, take a good rest. Someone, take him to sober up."
"What's wrong? Scared?! Afraid to let people speak?"
Lu Ciwang sneered, flipping the table in front of him, laughing wildly at Ling Shuo: "Either kill me, or damn well roll off the stage.
I'm telling you, defiance is defiance, resentment is resentment, kill one of me, there are thousands more, you're a lackey for the family named Ji, can you possibly annihilate Seven Cities?!"
Ling Shuo did not respond, coldly staring at him.
A wave of the hand.
