Ji Wushuang returned to the room with a somewhat unsightly Ji Hai and others, all wearing unpleasant expressions.
Losing fifty million to Ye Chen in front of so many people was a minor matter in terms of money, yet the shame was utterly devastating.
"Young Master Wushuang, it was my mistake this time."
Ji Hai took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"Elder Ji need not worry. Ye Chen is a bit peculiar, and your momentary slip is hardly an accident."
Ji Wushuang took a deep breath and softly consoled.
"The inner strength within Ye Chen's body is very strange. Two different types of inner strength appeared at the same time, especially that last one filled with a violent and bloody aura, which could actually corrode the true qi in my body."
Recalling the sensation as if surrounded by a sea of corpses and blood, Ji Hai frowned and spoke.
"After all, he is Ye Tianyun's son, having the Ye Family behind him is not beyond my expectations."
