The air in the Imperial Palace grew thick with tension. Li Xiaofei glanced at the heavily armed Haisha Gang elites surrounding him. His smile remained calm and dismissive, as if they were nothing more than blades of grass.0

"Scared?" He asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the powerful man before him. "Bringing so many people… are you afraid to face me one-on-one?"0

"And who do you think you are?" Qin Xiaotian replied with a faint smile. "What makes you worthy of challenging me?"0

"So you’re scared?" Li Xiaofei’s unrestrained laughter rang out.0

Qin Xiaotian chuckled in return.0

"You’re young. I’ve been your age, and I know what’s going through your mind. But taunts like that won’t work on me. In this world, it’s always the wise who survive. Being reckless and hotheaded means nothing. The winner is always the last one standing, not the one who wins an exchange of words," Qin Xiaotian said mockingly.1

His words resonated with the gathered crowd of revelers. In the slums, survival...0