Under the gaze of many eyes, Chen Yang remained indifferent, casually holding his wine cup and sipping gently.
Every movement was as calm as the wind.
Yet, amidst the invisible, it revealed a powerful aura.
"Oh, this guy is quite interesting." A rosy-faced middle-aged man, picking his teeth with raised hand, teased, "How about we go and explore?"
No sooner said than done.
The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, but just as he was about to walk over, a thundering sound of footsteps was heard outside the restaurant, indicating a large group was approaching.
Clatter!
As everyone turned around, they were almost scared into their seats.
A troop exceeding five hundred had gathered at the restaurant's entrance, uniformly dressed.
Evidently, they were Inner Sect Disciples of the Wolf Fang Sect.
Leading them was a young man around thirty, holding a golden battle knife, whose murderous aura had the troop surround the restaurant.
