Even Long Yan himself did not expect this big guy to make such a gesture; it was enough to shock him, let alone Zhao Yue across the way and Lei Bai, slumped in his chair.
"You..."
Lei Bai was so enraged that he found himself unable to utter a single word—after biting his tongue for half a day, all he could muster was a cold snort.
"Elder Long, you're an Elder of Yanmen Commerce Association, yet you let your subordinate kill my men outright. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
With nothing to say to Niu Shan, Lei Bai naturally redirected his ire toward Long Yan. But Long Yan paid him no attention, calmly pouring himself another drink. His carefree demeanor infuriated Lei Bai; his face alternated between shades of green and white, reminiscent of the painted faces in performances Long Yan had watched on the stage in the past.
