"Do you think it's polite to eat peanuts here?" Shen San said with a cold smile as he looked at Xiang Yu.
"Why don't you have some?" Xiang Yu grabbed a handful of peanuts and offered them to Shen San, but Shen San did not take them. Xiang Yu smiled, then placed them on the table.
Shen San didn't speak again, just sitting there with his cigar, watching Xiang Yu, his eyes showing no emotion. Xiang Yu looked back at him with the same expression, the two men locked in a silent standoff.
The room was deathly quiet, especially with Ding Yongzhi standing there, sweating profusely. He had already cursed Xiang Yu a hundred times in his mind, for being so recklessly ignorant of danger.
Finally, it was Shen San who couldn't help but speak, "You've got quite some nerve, kid."
"That's what everyone says," Xiang Yu replied before continuing to shell his peanuts.
"How about the matter you were supposed to consider?" Shen San asked, taking a puff of his cigar.
