Chen Yang walked back from the front, and as he reached the iron chest he prepared to start lifting it.
But before he could touch it, Wang Ping stepped forward, blocking his path.
"Chen Yang, brother, don't be hotheaded. Let us handle this. We're already grateful you led the way; how could we have the audacity to ask you to help carry as well?" Wang Ping tried to play peacemaker, not wanting the conflict to escalate further.
The experts standing by, upon seeing that things between the two were getting serious, also began to stand up to dissuade them.
"Young friend Chen Yang, don't be angry. Ma Lao San is just like that—blunt and straightforward. Don't stoop to his level."
Chen Yang wasn't someone who sought the limelight; hearing these people trying to mediate, he thought about letting it go.
He didn't want to quarrel with Ma Lao San; it was meaningless.