"Humph! Shen Ji, you think a mere 'lack of discipline' sweeps away the offense? If it were not Mr. Lin that was affronted today but someone with a much fiercer temper, Shen Junlou's head might already be 'moving house' by now! Junlou, kneel down now and apologize to Mr. Lin!"
Since entering the barbecue restaurant, Lin Tianyee had kept a polite facade, but the more he did so, the more frightened Zhou Li became. The youngster before him was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, after all. Such exalted individuals' temperaments are the hardest to gauge. If things were to go south and the other party became enraged, the Azure Dragon Association could also suffer the consequences. Thus, Zhou Li felt compelled to play the bad guy—with the hope of avoiding the terrifying outcome of Mr. Lin taking action himself.
After shooting a fierce glare at Shen Ji, Zhou Li's cold gaze fixed on Shen Junlou: "Didn't you hear what Elder Zhou said, or are you waiting for Elder Zhou to take action?"
