Chen Dashan's face turned cold, a murderous aura surrounding him, his gaze sharp like a tiger descending the mountain.
Seeing this, the hairs on Sun Wen's back stood up, and he shrank his neck, frozen in place.
The atmosphere in the living room was oppressive.
No one spoke. Chen Dashan placed one foot on the stool in front of the dining table, his eyes staring at Yan Dazhi with a faint smile.
Yan Dazhi shivered in fear.
He knew a lot about Chen Dashan's deeds, like seriously hurting Zhao Qiqiang, stripping Qin Lan, and severely injuring several of the Zhao Family's followers.
"I... I, it's such a coincidence, I came to the village chief's house for something... hehehe..."
Yan Dazhi forced a smile, stammering as he made excuses for himself, his heart pounding, afraid that Chen Dashan would come over and attack him.
Silent!
An awkward laugh echoed in the living room.
The atmosphere felt strange.
"Daring to cause trouble in my house, who do you think you are, Chen Dashan?"
