Today, the hall is brimming with guests; it is also the grand wedding day of his own son. If he were to lose face over this young fellow, today's events would become a laughing stock, and the Li Family would be unable to hold their heads high for a long time after this storm.
"You may all rise." Yang Fan, with his hands clasped behind his back, didn't even bother to glance at the dozen or so people on the ground.
The dozen individuals stood up and respectfully positioned themselves to one side, awaiting Yang Fan's commands.
A confrontation that was almost predictable took an abrupt 180-degree turn. Those who were unaware of the underlying situation were merely enjoying the spectacle, while those familiar with it were tumultuous inside, speculating who this young man was, and why he wielded such power to make a dozen Skull Society elites kneel before him, abandoning the society's strict discipline, betraying their loyalty, and turning against their own patron.
