The man with white hair and black clothes took a few steps forward, narrowed his eyes at Chen Yang, and scoffed coldly: "So what if you lose your temper? Aren't you still going to die?"
Chen Yang shook his head and said: "NO, if I really lose my temper, all of you will end up crippled, for real. I'm not lying to you!"
The man with white hair and black clothes seemed to have heard some kind of cold joke and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he couldn't catch his breath.
Seeing their boss laughing, the other men in black clothes also started laughing.
They pointed and gestured at Chen Yang as if they were looking at a clown.
"This kid must have forgotten his meds when he left home, daring to say he can take us all down by himself. Does he think he's the Southern Emperor, hahaha!"
"I bet this kid has read too many pretentious stories online and thinks he's Long Aotian himself!"
"I think this kid is just simply an idiot!"
