"Hmm."
Chen Miao didn't get up, he just sat on the stone bench, staring at Ke Gou with a smile that was not quite a smile, awaiting the other's answer. More than twenty fierce and menacing men were staring straight at Ke Gou like this; an ordinary person would find it very hard to bear this kind of psychological pressure.
Especially when facing a big shot like Chen Miao.
Not to mention a big shot like Chen Miao, even before the world transcended, ordinary people in front of business magnates—if they hadn't prepared their remarks well in advance—wouldn't just struggle to speak logically, but their bodies would tremble, and they'd speak incoherently, utterly clueless about what they were saying.
Even with a prepared speech, they'd still stumble and stutter without being able to say anything.
And that was just facing business magnates. If it were high-ranking officials who could control the lifeblood of a country, simply standing firm would be a problem.
