Zhang Yang, who was wearing an expression of enjoyment just a moment ago, furrowed his brows instantly upon hearing those words.
He sat up a bit straighter and looked coldly at Cai Bao. Considering what Cai Bao had said earlier, it was clear that what he was about to say next would not be pleasant.
This made Cai Bao involuntarily shrink his neck, his face thick with fear he couldn't hide as he looked at Zhang Yang.
"It seems the results aren't good. Go on, tell me the details!" Seeing that Cai Bao didn't continue speaking, Zhang Yang gave him another cold glance and said with an icy, bone-chilling voice.
His mood had been very good today, but now it had soured, although not because of Cai Bao; however, Cai Bao was the only person in front of him.
Therefore, the murderous aura around him naturally surged towards Cai Bao.
As a result, Cai Bao's body trembled. After all, he held Zhang Yang in awe, considering him akin to a deity in his heart.
