The underlings of the Baldhead Association sprang into action at the news, but Shen Jun remained seated, steady as Mount Tai, with a faint smile on his lips. He neither spoke to stop them nor ordered a slashing.
Turning to The Inferno Society, Zheng Shuang's brows were tightly furrowed with caution in his eyes, but just like Shen Jun, Wang Yu sat firm as Mount Tai. Not only was there no sign of fear on his face, but not even a hint of nervousness showed.
Witnessing this scene, Shen Jun was taken aback. Deep down, he couldn't fathom why Wang Yu remained so composed under such circumstances. What was he relying on? Did he not realize that with just a command from him, Wang Yu would become a ghost under the blade?
Glancing at Shen Jun, Wang Yu gestured to Zheng Shuang to ease down, and then casually pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it without a care, and took a few puffs before leisurely blowing a few smoke rings.
