Deathly silence, solidified silence.
Even the big shots quietly spying from the side room were dumbfounded, staring at the arrogant figure. For the first time in a long time, they saw someone brazenly dare to trample on Kitahara's dignity.
Only Kitahara, staring in disbelief, looking at the finger poking into his chest.
Still, he couldn't believe it.
When he raised his head, he saw Huai Shi's mocking yet indifferent eyes, his face turning from flushed to livid, the cane in his fingers almost crushed, roaring in fury:
"You scoundrel, how dare you insult me!"
"I just spoke a few truths, no need to get so angry, right?"
Huai Shi sighed, "There's no need to speak so loudly, I can hear you—"
He paused, his gaze turning dangerous, calmly patting the shoulder of the man before him, tidying his collar and hair, gently telling him, "Even if you don't understand etiquette, you shouldn't be so disrespectful in front of the deceased's spirit, calm down, okay?"
