"Wasn't Mr. Wu Yati just threatening me?"
Jiang Chen looked up at Wu Yati with a mocking expression.
"Haha! I always enjoy talking to smart people like Mr. Jiang."
Wu Yati, sitting on the sofa with a profound look in his eyes, said, "Mr. Jiang, I am indeed threatening you. If I help Mr. Ge'er Te, I can gain his friendship, and all of you will have to die here. So, Mr. Jiang, you can only accept my threat."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Jiang Chen smiled lightly and glanced at the sofa under their buttocks, casually asking, "Mr. Wu Yati, what are you sitting on?"
"A sofa." Wu Yati looked at Jiang Chen, somewhat puzzled.
Mu'er Ta, Fa'er, and three others from the west changed their expressions drastically, staring at Jiang Chen in shock.
All the coffee tables and sofas in the hall were shattered and flew about, except for the sofa under Jiang Chen's buttocks, which was undamaged. The implications were enough to shock everyone!
