"What do you mean by this? Do you really think you can kill us?"
Dongchuan Ichiro finally got angry. Ever since the meeting with Lin Beichen, he had been suppressing his inner rage. Dongchuan Ichiro hoped to move Lin Beichen with his sincerity, but Lin Beichen had humiliated him multiple times.
At the moment Dongchuan Ichiro slapped the table, the man beside him also drew his blade, pointing it at Lin Beichen.
Faced with the situation of blades being drawn at him, Lin Beichen seemed oblivious, continuing to eat the dishes on the table and muttering to himself.
"I don't think what you're doing is a wise choice. I believe, the moment you raise your knife, you'll become a cold corpse."
Lin Beichen's tone was calm but carried an undeniable firmness.
"You do have considerable strength, but your words just now are somewhat degrading, don't you think?"