The members of the Dadao Association halted at Chen Xuan's shout.
But in the next moment, when they saw that the newcomer was just an ordinary person with a thin build, a look of disdain immediately appeared on their faces.
They clearly didn't take Chen Xuan seriously.
The bald bruiser on the sofa let out a sneer and cursed loudly, "Fuck, who's this idiot? Get the hell out!"
Chen Xuan's expression turned cold, yet he stepped into the villa.
The bald bruiser instantly flew into a rage; it was as if his words were treated as a fart.
"Fuck, didn't you hear me? Believe it or not, I'll chop you into mincemeat right now!"
Bang!
A Tang Dao slammed onto the coffee table, creating a thunderous noise, filled with murderous intent.
Han Jingting was startled by the loud noise and instinctively hid behind Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan, on the other hand, set down what he was holding and then lit a cigarette, unhurried, walking up to the bald muscular man.