Jiang Chen froze.
Gai Shi also stared at Gai Jinlong in bewilderment, not understanding why he had suddenly spoken like that.
Gai Jinlong gave a bitter smile. With a glance, the door swung shut on its own. He walked out from behind the desk and sat down in the Grandmaster's Chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. TAP, TAP, TAP.
Gai Shi said impatiently, "Can you just get to the point?"
"You're just so impatient!"
Gai Jinlong shook his head helplessly. He then looked at Jiang Chen and said gravely, "Jiang Chen, do you have any idea how many people at this Celestial Secret Banquet want you dead?"
Jiang Chen rubbed his nose, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Among the Ten Great Dynasties, I'd estimate over half of them want me dead."
"It's not just half!"
