"Hegemon?"
"Upstart?"
With a sneer, Yang Teng strode forward, his eyes twinkling with keen light, and sat down at the table where only Oliver Walker, Emilia, and Mark Thomas were seated.
Without speaking, he coldly swept his gaze over them. Indeed, he had an air that was perfectly domineering.
But to his astonishment, not one of the three so much as glanced at him!
They ignored him!
They outright ignored him!
They even continued to chat and laugh as if nothing had happened. How disrespectful they were toward Yang Teng, the helmsman of the Kyoto Circle?
Yang Teng's face turned incredibly awkward.
Such humiliation—it had been who knows how long since he had experienced it!
"Smack..."
Just then, the opportunistic Max Lewis slapped the table hard and said, "You're really overstepping your bounds. Do you know who you're sitting with here?"
But really, he just appeared to be angry!
