From Overripe Tomatoes to Powerful Allies.

The air crackled with tension, a tangible force that made the glassware vibrate on the shelves. Gao Zhengmeng, a man built like a bull with a scowl permanently etched on his face, unleashed his aura.

A wave of nausea washed over Chen Yang as the stifling pressure slammed into him. His leg, usually steady as a rock, buckled slightly beneath the table, the wood groaning in protest. This wasn't like the other troublemakers he'd tossed out before. This was a honed blade, a pressure that threatened to crush him.

Chen Yang, unlike everyone else, seemed totally calm. He brushed off his hand with a nonchalant air, a faint blue glow emanating from his palm for a fleeting moment before vanishing without a trace. It was so quick, most wouldn't have noticed. But Gao Zhengmeng's narrowed eyes suggested he had.