"Hahaha… What the hell do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that?" Ma Kun said, laughing angrily. Suddenly, he grabbed a dish from the table and sent it flying toward Ye Wudao.
The small dish made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air, no less threatening than a sharp hidden weapon. However, Ye Wudao nonchalantly extended two fingers and effortlessly pinched the dish to a stop.
"Since you're unwilling, let's forget about discussing ideals. Let's talk about life instead!"
Ye Wudao's face instantly took on a fierce expression. He shook his arm on the table, and all the tableware—including cups, bowls, plates, and dishes—took flight, scattering toward Ma Kun like a celestial maiden scattering blossoms.
