The man slammed the iron chair down hard, but to his surprise, it was blocked by Chen Yang, and no matter how hard he tried, the chair wouldn't sink any further; it appeared to be fixed in midair.
"Fuck your mother, you actually dare to resist the Qilin Society!"
Enraged, the man pulled the chair back, and just as Chen Yang let go, he couldn't stop his momentum, stumbled backward a few steps, clanging into the desks behind him and almost falling over.
Such embarrassment only fueled the man's fury.
He clattered the chair to the ground and pulled out a switchblade from his pants leg, advancing towards Chen Yang with menace, "Kid, you chose to refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit; if you get hurt by the knife, don't blame me for not warning you."
Seeing this man take out a knife, the others quickly moved away, eyes filled with fear, thinking to themselves how recklessly those from the Qilin Society acted.
"You can't do this."
