They truly couldn't understand—just who was this young man, and why was he so formidable?
At the same time.
Xue An smiled faintly at Wei Haocang. "Brother Haocang, do you want to set off the fireworks one by one, or should they explode all at once?"
This question, akin to the whispered temptations of a devil, caused an already terrified and trembling crowd to erupt into chaos.
"Who the hell are you? Let me go now!"
"That's right! This matter has nothing to do with us! Release me at once!"
"Spare us, my lord!"
Pleading cries for mercy and indignant curses mingled together, turning the banquet hall into a scene of utter pandemonium.
Xue An remained utterly expressionless, simply watching the spectacle with a leisurely air, as though relishing a grand performance unfolding before his eyes.
"Enough!"
A sudden shout cut through the chaos, bringing the hall to a hush.
Then, Luo Qifeng stepped forward, his expression solemn. He clasped his fists and spoke in a grave tone.
