A single sentence, "You're sick."
The words instantly shattered the lighthearted atmosphere. The room fell silent, and everyone stared at Liu Ergou in disbelief.
Li Dafa's expression turned particularly ugly.
The men who had just been clinking glasses with Liu Ergou slammed their cups down and began to berate him.
"Hey, what's with you? Do you even know how to talk? Can't you say something pleasant for once?"
"That's right! If your parents never taught you how to speak, we don't mind teaching you a lesson or two! Let's have a civil conversation!"
"Hurry and apologize to Third Master Zhang! And watch your mouth from now on. Don't say such baseless things!"
Liu Ergou seemed to not hear their scolding at all.
To him, these people were just insignificant side characters. They could say whatever they wanted—what did it have to do with him? He was playing a completely different game now.
