Everyone in the tavern turned to look their way.
Flames began to burn in Nalan Ziyun's eyes. She was on the verge of exploding with rage.
"Don't be angry. Getting worked up over scum like this will just take a toll on you," Shen Lang hurriedly said, trying to placate her.
SMACK! The man who had spoken first slammed his palm on the table. "Little bastard, who are you calling scum?" he said sinisterly. "Say it again if you've got the guts!"
"You're courting death. How dare you curse us?" another man beside him said coldly. "Let this little chick keep us company for three nights, and we'll let you off the hook!"
The remaining two men cracked their knuckles, looking ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Shen Lang's gaze turned cold. He lightly tapped the tabletop with the palm resting on it.
TAP!
With a soft sound, four chopsticks on the table flew into the air.
