"Do you think this knife of mine is sharp enough?"
A simple question, yet it plunged the entire scene into silence. Gan Haotian glanced around. The nobles who had been itching for a fight, ready to cause chaos, now all had their heads bowed, utterly quiet.
Clearly, they're still waiting. They want to use the confrontation between Gan Haotian and me to gauge the situation. They want to see if I'm going to behave, or if I'm still the same as before—swift, merciless, and unforgiving.
However… now that he's become trash, what right does he have to be so imposing? A piece of trash should know his place and behave himself. He shouldn't be relying on his former prestige to pretend he's still some big shot.
"HMPH!"
After a moment of thought, Gan Haotian snapped back to reality. He rotated his neck, producing a series of sharp cracks, and sneered with disdain. "Chen Yang, you're a tiger stranded on the plains. You still want to act mighty here?"
"Heh."
