The atmosphere in the barbecue restaurant’s hall continued to be oppressive, and the development of the situation left everyone perplexed.
Song Lejun, the second-ranked prodigy among the younger generation of the Song Family, was currently kneeling on the ground, laughing loudly, his laughter piercing like a demonic sound.
This fully demonstrated Song Lejun’s personality, just like his reputation—indeed a madman.
As for Fang Yi, he was different from Song Lejun. While Song Lejun knelt, he sat, and he was sitting right in front of Song Lejun, as if Song Lejun kneeling on the ground was kneeling before him.
Compared to Song Lejun’s mad laughter, Fang Yi was as calm as water, extremely composed.
One moved, one was still.
The gap between the two was thus revealed, making it hard for everyone to predict the development of the situation.
But one thing was certain, the development of the situation would soon shock them.
Ying Zheng and Rong Quan returned, not approaching Fang Yi, but from their expressions, it was clear that they had completed the task Fang Yi had entrusted to them.
Everything was ready, only the east wind was lacking!
Fang Yi’s gaze suddenly fell on the iron hammer in Song Lejun’s right hand.
Only a keen observer would notice this detail, and those who did, vaguely yet roughly guessed that Fang Yi would do something terrifying with the iron hammer.
The laughter gradually subsided.
Even though Song Lejun laughed neurotically, it was clearly impossible for him to keep laughing like that.
Thus, Song Lejun’s laughter gradually quieted. He supported himself with the iron hammer and stood up, facing Fang Yi, still with a smile on his face.
"Had enough of laughing?" Fang Yi looked at him and calmly said.
"Not yet," Song Lejun provocatively replied.
"Oh..." Fang Yi extended the sound, "If you haven’t had enough, you can continue; I have plenty of time."
As he spoke, Fang Yi pinched the cigarette at the corner of his mouth with two fingers and exhaled a long, thick puff of smoke.
The smoke coiled around Fang Yi’s face, making his expression hard to discern.
Song Lejun evilly smiled, "Alright, I’ve laughed enough. Whatever tricks you have, go ahead and use them."
Fang Yi responded with an "Oh," "Then I won’t stand on ceremony."
Fang Yi suddenly stood up, taking a step closer to Song Lejun.
In an instant, the distance between them was exceedingly close, almost touching.
But Song Lejun showed no fear; instead, he arrogantly lifted his chin, looking at Fang Yi with contempt and provocation.
"Fang Yi, I advise you not to touch my second brother, or you’ll face unimaginable consequences!" At this moment, Song He suddenly spoke from the side.
It seemed like advice but was more of a provocation.
Fang Yi glanced sidelong at Song He, noticing the smile on his face as well.
"You’re really asking for it," Fang Yi suddenly said.
From the start of tonight’s banquet, Song He kept provoking and causing trouble. It could be said that the current situation was partly due to his actions.
Song He, like Song Lejun, had no fear of Fang Yi and was confident.
"Heh, even if I am asking for it, I suggest you don’t touch me, or your consequences will be dire," Song He said with a smug smile.
"With someone like you, do you think I’m interested in taking action against you?" Fang Yi sneered, "You’re overestimating yourself. If I were to act, it would be against this guy, for instance..."
Fang Yi suddenly moved, backhanding Song Lejun across the face.