Chen Yan swaggered away after sticking in a few more threats, smiling and whistling all the way. From the beginning to the conclusion of their conversation, his mood didn't seem to have changed for one moment.
Even back on Earth, Han Xuhan had not met many opponents in ground-level politics with such a demeanor. The sheer firm calmness behind Chen Yan's smiling eyes was frightening in its own way.
This feeling was one of the main reasons why he had to relent to the demand. He was cornered from every direction, outsmarted in every aspect, and incapable of fighting with other elements like personal strength or allies.
"You guys sure are audacious. I'll remember your faces, you know?" Han Xuhan said, surveying the group of four junior disciples who had come with Chen Yan.
"You? Trying to threaten us? Hah!" One of them scoffed, shaking his head as if it was the most ridiculous concept he could imagine.
