Suddenly, many people couldn't sit still, their faces turning slightly pale. Jiang Yinan's strength was terrifying, and if he really went berserk, no one here could withstand him.
Chen Yang naturally was not afraid, yet in the subconscious of these people, they regarded Chen Yang as an adversary, so they didn't see him as an ally.
"What are you going to do?" Finally, someone couldn't hold back and shouted inquiringly.
Jiang Yinan coldly glanced at him before withdrawing his gaze, speaking in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'm not at that level of madness."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but soon became curious. Since Jiang Yinan was not planning to go mad, why did he want the knife?
Chen Yang also squinted.
"Master, your knife."
At this moment, the butler brought up a black long knife, handing it to Jiang Yinan.
Jiang Yinan's icy gaze swept over the crowd, finally stopping on Chen Yang. After a long pause, he slowly spoke.
