As soon as he spoke, the entire room fell into silence, later followed by gasps. His words were incredibly domineering and arrogant. It was like the scene from The Water Margin where Wu Song slaughters at the Lover's Inn and even had the audacity to leave his name on the wall, proclaiming himself the killer, the Tiger-Slaying Wu Song.
At this moment, Nie Zhenbang was imbued with the same audacity and dominance, which deeply frightened the heirs of Jingcheng's noble families. Guo Tao and Ma Zhe did not dare to respirate, they were nothing but a cur in front of people like Nie Zhenbang.
Though they might appear magnificent and respectable in the outside world, truth be told, they were more timid than house cats when at home.
Nie Zhenbang seemed fearlessly uninhibited at this moment, precisely because he had grasped this fact. On the floor, Li Minhua's eyes were gleaming with resentment and rage. If looks could kill, Nie Zhenbang would have been dead hundreds of times already.
