"What… What did you say?" Even though he took a deep breath, Ferlando's voice was still shaky.
"Do you want to force my hand?" Luo Yunyang replied icily.
"I apologize, Mr. Luo. Ferlando has had a little too much to drink." A middle-aged man around 40 walked over quickly and explained respectfully.
When Ferlando saw the middle-aged man walk over, he immediately thought that he had found a supporter, so he spoke a little louder. "You heard it for yourself, Cheney. You…"
Cheney shut down Ferlando's crazed snarling immediately. "Sir, Mr. Luo is being very polite."
As he spoke, he dragged Ferlando outside.
"Polite? Polite, my ass! What right does someone from the 13 Eastern Cities like him have to act cocky in our domain? Just wait till the auction begins..." Ferlando's voice became even more flustered as his words became more unbridled.
