Jiang Shaobo's face turned iron blue, and he said nothing for a long time, his hands fiercely clenched into fists on the table.
Wu Youli watched him, terrified that a punch might end both her and Sheng Ning's lives.
"You're right, I'm indeed no match for these people," Jiang Shaobo finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, but just as he was about to continue, the man who had been silent until now suddenly spoke up.
"Shaobo, you're teasing the wrong person. This lady is Living Yama's wife, it'd be better if you were polite."
Sheng Ning and Jiang Shaobo both froze.
One in surprise, the other in fright.
"Are you kidding me? Did Living Yama save the People's Republic of China in his past life? How is he so fortunate?" Jiang Shaobo wailed, but out of respect for Living Yama's identity, he dared not continue his teasing and resignedly returned to his own table.
