The man in workwear was rendered speechless by Mr. Fan's remark, feigning calmness as he lit a cigarette.
Yang Fan watched in astonishment as the man barely took a light puff, and the cigarette instantly shortened by a third, as if someone had pressed a fast-forward button.
Was this some kind of special ability?
"Mr. Fan, there's no need to get so worked up. It's really just that we're short of manpower and forced into this situation. You're not stepping in yourself, but this matter needs resolving, so we had no choice but to take such drastic measures," the man in workwear said earnestly.
"Drastic measures? So you don't care about my or my disciple's safety and directly resort to using artillery to raze the ground?" Mr. Fan snorted coldly. "Besides, am I really not stepping in? Are you out of your mind or have you lost your memory?"
