Mr. Chen stiffened up at my words, and his expression turned ugly, "Quit your scaremongering. Think you can frighten me? I've been through scarier times before you were even born!"
He seemed almost embarrassingly angry, with no trace of a smile left on his face as he spoke to belittle me, "Who the hell do you think you are? Believe me, I could yell right now and let everyone know just who you are."
"Give it a try!" If being nice won't cut it, time to play hardball. I wasn't overly courteous with him, "Let's see which is tougher—your lips or your bones."
After I finished, Gu Tingshen immediately stood up, playing along.
Since he arrived, he hadn't said a word, assuming the role of a bodyguard.
But the few kicks he gave earlier were enough to intimidate Chen Tao.
I let out a cold snort, picked up the glass from the table, and drank down the wine in one go, slamming the glass onto the table.
The clatter made Chen Tao's expression tighten even more.
