Suddenly, he burst into laughter, jokingly asking, "You won't drink because you're afraid I've poisoned it? Tang Yushen, after a decade in jail, your courage seems to have shrunk."
After speaking, he tilted back his head and took a gulp from the bottle, then with a smack, placed it on the table, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
"But I've also heard that the older a person gets, the smaller their courage becomes. Tang Yushen, you're thirty-eight, almost forty, aren't you?"
With a faint smile, Tang Yuchen finished speaking, then stood up and slightly raised his hand.
It was a minor gesture, but everyone else tensed up as if they were startled birds, their expressions turning even more guarded. Some even covertly reached for the guns at their waists, ready to counterattack.
The smile on the corner of Tang Yuchen's mouth grew wider, as he slowly rolled up his sleeves in front of everyone, revealing half of his solid bronze arm.
