Hei Xiong roared out in anger again.
"Then tell me, why don't you just tell me?"
Hei Xiong was getting angrier as he spoke, even his chest heaving with each breath.
His fists, hanging by his sides, tightened unconsciously.
It was evident that he was extremely infuriated.
Qin Yuan simply ignored it, for this fury was nothing to him.
Ling Yu felt as if his ears were going deaf, even reaching to poke them slightly.
He then looked at Hei Xiong with an indifferent face, even slightly raising an eyebrow.
This gesture was provocation enough; it was as though he was challenging Hei Xiong right there.
How could Hei Xiong stand such a scene?
His complexion grew darker by the moment, his fists clenched without him noticing.
It seemed like at any word they might start fighting.
The atmosphere was tense and fraught.
Of course, Qin Yuan understood this, but his face showed no concern.
He looked like an indifferent bystander, feeling a bit tired from standing.
