"I really don't have the patience, so don't provoke me to anger."
When Chen Fan's casual remark echoed in the hall, the place that had just turned noisy from silence once again fell into a death-like quiet.
Under the lights, including Mira, everyone saw a calm face.
But behind that calm face hid an unparalleled arrogance!
With that arrogance, the young man in the Sun Yat-sen suit looked down on Mike's fair-weather friends as if they were insignificant ants from his lofty position of a deity.
It was as if he was saying, "With a mere wave of my hand, you all could be discussing life with Satan."
Wild!
It was the height of madness!
This was the most genuine feeling in the hearts of everyone there, including Mira.
In the face of Chen Fan, who wore a calm expression but whose bones were filled with boundless arrogance, not only Mike's associates but also Mira, the host, found it hard to watch.
She really wanted to know what made Chen Fan so arrogantly confident.
