The people at the dining table all turned their eyes toward the source of the sudden voice: Liu Chen, as the looks landed on him.
It turned out to be such a frail young man, and their gazes conveyed all manners of contempt.
"You dare to compete with Ran Tian?" one person said, eyeing the never-before-seen Liu Chen, and boldly proclaimed.
"I've been hanging around this club for years and there isn't a person I don't recognize," another burly man stood up from his seat and slammed the table with force: "I'm sure you're an outsider here."
"I don't care how you got in, but since you want to try, I'd like to see the expression on your face when the egg you throw cracks and how it pains you!"
No sooner had the burly man finished speaking than a wave of laughter surged toward Liu Chen like cold tidal waters.
Chu Feiyun was just about to say something when he abruptly stopped, silently watching Liu Chen walk toward the stage.
