"What? Are you mute? Weren't you pretty sharp-tongued just now?" the middle-aged man couldn't help mocking Leng Ruoxue when she didn't say anything for a while.
"Isn't that so? Let's take you as an example! Perhaps your seniority is higher than the person sitting here, but what about your strength? Many people here are about the same strength as you, right? If I remember correctly, this world seems to speak of strength. It's useless if you don't have extraordinary strength and only want to use seniority to pressure others. There will probably be more people who obey but disobey in secret. Of course, if you have the aura of an outstanding bastard, I believe no one will dare to disobey you. However, do you have it?" Leng Ruoxue said calmly. Hmph! Did she really think she would be afraid just because she found an old ant? It was just a Mystic Supremacy. She and the freak could deal with him without anyone needing to do anything.
