Qian suddenly let out a cold laugh. He stared at Fang Yi and said, "Could it be... Mao Yanfeng is your backing?" He didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly.
Fang Yi chuckled and shook his head.
"Then I don’t understand, why are you still so calm?" Qian said.
"Do you two... count as a threat?" Fang Yi retorted.
"What, do a Half-step Heavenly and an Earth Level Sixth Tier in front of someone like you at Heavenly Level First Tier not count as a threat?" Qian also retorted.
Fang Yi sighed and said, "I don’t mean to strike you down, but to be honest, you two are nothing in my eyes."
In an instant, a look of anger appeared on Lin Ye’s face. He coldly smiled, "Fang Yi, aren’t you overestimating yourself a bit?"
"It’s not overestimation, it’s confidence."
Fang Yi said blandly, "Didn’t Song Lejun tell you the truth about my strength when he called you here to retaliate against me?"
Upon hearing this, Qian and Lin Ye, along with Gui Ziyue and Di Xiaotong, were all taken aback.
They all suddenly thought of one problem.
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Moreover, their relationship with Song Lejun wasn’t intimate, so what if Song Lejun deliberately concealed it to send them to their deaths?
For a moment, their thoughts were in turmoil, and many suspicions arose.
"Hmph!" Lin Ye suddenly let out a cold laugh, "You’re sowing discord!"
Fang Yi clapped his hands and laughed exaggeratedly, "Wow! You’re really clever, you’ve guessed my purpose just like that, how amazing!"
This sounded like praise, but it was actually sarcastic.
Fang Yi raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Since you are so confident that you can kill me, why not sit down, and we’ll settle this after we finish the meal, how about that?" Fang Yi said.
Lin Ye looked at Qian.
Among them, Qian had the highest seniority, so they naturally had to follow his lead.
"Alright, since you have graciously invited us, let’s settle the score after the meal," Qian took the lead and sat down.
Seeing Qian sit down, Lin Ye also had no choice but to sit down.
And that chubby white-faced man, Wan Hong, seeing the two sit down, hurriedly sat down as well.
Earlier, when the two were confronting Fang Yi, Wan Hong didn’t say a word, just watched like a spectator from the sidelines.
And this truly revealed Wan Feiyang’s stance; he wasn’t here to help, just to put on a show.
After sitting down, Wan Hong gazed at the table full of sumptuous food, involuntarily licked his lips, picked up his chopsticks to start, but realizing the solemn and serious atmosphere around the table, he couldn’t help but put his chopsticks down again.
Even so, Wan Hong still stared at the feast on the table, his eyes almost falling into it.
Qian and Lin Ye both sat down, yet one person remained standing, unable to sit down—it was none other than Di Xiaotong, who had just been flaunting his power in front of Fang Yi.
At this moment, Di Xiaotong was extremely embarrassed, just now he had harshly insulted Fang Yi, telling him to wash his neck and wait for death.
However, to his astonishment, Qian and Lin Ye didn’t engage; instead, they sat down to dine, which left Di Xiaotong completely disgraced, his cheeks burning as if slapped several times.
Thus, the bench seemed to have thorns, and Di Xiaotong simply couldn’t sit down.
Yet it seemed as though everyone at the table pretended not to see Di Xiaotong, letting him stand there awkwardly.
The door was knocked on once more.
Everyone looked towards the door unanimously.