As soon as he heard "three million," he knew that the person who had come was relying on the fact that Yang Ge had lost to their backer that day, planning to settle the matter and to regain the face lost by the Five Poisons Cult in Yang Erlang's hands.
But he was even clearer that Yang Ge had no intention of admitting defeat just like that!
Three million?
To beat up Yang Ge's people and then slap his face?
With his stubborn donkey temperament, was he likely to accept this humiliation?
The visitor leaned forward, arms pressed against the table, and stared straight at Yang Tiansheng, chuckling and pausing between words, "Young man, you can eat whatever you like, but you can't just say anything. Eating the wrong food might only give you diarrhea, but saying the wrong thing... can kill you!"
Yang Tiansheng's expression remained unchanged, "Am I to take it that our honored guest is... threatening me?"
The visitor smiled, "What if I say 'yes'?"
