The vast teahouse hall was deathly silent.
Yang Hu's words had caused the temperature in the air to plummet, a cold chill penetrating to the core.
Kill someone from the Gan Family? After all, the Gan Family was a Xuanwu Clan from Yuning Mountain! Was this a heaven-defying act?
Seeing that Qin Qiu no longer had much of an appetite, Chen Yang smiled and said, "Go wait for me in the car."
"Okay."
Qin Qiu stood up, taking Shi Qinghan with him as they left. Outside, he glanced up at the entrance of the Martial Association Headquarters where awnings had already been set up, with some people already seated beneath them. An endless stream of cheerful laughter could be heard clearly, even from across the street. The sounds of flattery, sycophancy, and triumphant laughter seemed to disperse all the dreariness of the rainy day.
「Inside the teahouse.」
