His few, nonchalant words left Drunken Thousand Cups practically choked, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Just then, Yao Chengjie's voice, filled with killing intent, echoed from the Holy Light Sect's private room. "Kid, you're so arrogant. Do you have any idea what the consequences of that arrogance are?"
"When I meet an arrogant person, I'm simply more arrogant than they are. It's that simple," Shen Lang replied with a smile.
Mo Liusheng, who had been silent in their private room, finally spoke up. "I must say, you're all reputable Profound Iron Level Influences. Aren't you ashamed, ganging up on a young man in a place like this? If you have the ability, then let your money do the talking. What's the point of all this useless chatter?"
"Old man, where did you pop out from? Do you think you're qualified to speak to our Young Sect Leader? Get lost!" a member of the Holy Light Sect roared.
