Once they reached the open area, Chen Feng walked alone to the middle, standing tall, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Who among you is planning to lose their head first?"
A look of arrogance flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
"I'll go first." A young man stepped up and proclaimed, catching his own words halfway, quickly adding, "Not to offer my head, but to put you, Wang Teng, in your place."
The young man declared his lineage from the Imperial Capital's Wang Family!
Upon hearing his name, Chen Feng paused for a moment, then asked earnestly, "My son Wang Teng is considered to have the makings of a Great Emperor. Which novella did this come from?"
"You're courting death."
Infuriated, Wang Teng was about to strike.
"Hold on."
Chen Feng gestured with his hand.
"What the fuck now?" Wang Teng's eyes appeared as though they were about to burst into flames.
"This clothes are a bit uncomfortable."
Chen Feng took off his jacket, leaving only a white shirt on.
