The people inside the house were in a chaotic uproar. They surrounded Su Yang with aggressive momentum, as if they were prepared to execute him on the spot.
Old Zhang the Seventh and Old Zhang the Eighth were actually sitting in their chairs, watching the situation unfold with indifferent faces, completely detached as if it were none of their concern.
Zhao Hu Zi and others also started to close in on Su Yang, worried that these people might take direct action amidst the chaos. However, everyone was well aware that if a fight did break out, they would not stand much of a chance.
Su Yang, however, had a smile on his face, calmly watching the raucous crowd, as if he was watching a group of clowns.
Su Yang did not speak until the noise from the crowd finally subsided: "Everyone, can we really not talk this through?"
"Talk through my ass!" a man immediately cursed: "Su, it's either your death or our destruction today. You think you can talk with us, dream on!"
