After Chen Xiong finished saying what he wanted, he turned around and headed to the exit. In his opinion, since the punk already knew who he was, he definitely wouldn't have the guts to defy him.

Precisely at this point, Huang Xiaolong’s snicker sounded, “Idiot.”

Chen Xiong and his group halted their steps. Chen Xiong himself was stupefied for a few seconds before turning around to face Huang Xiaolong again with his companions, looking like they couldn't believe what they had just heard.

Chen Xiong’s face turned grim, his voice several degrees colder, “Punk, what did you say? I dare you to repeat it.”

The rest of Chen Xiong’s group was also looking at Huang Xiaolong with malice. The sudden tension in the air made Zhu Wanchen’s heart secretly leap with joy.

“You didn’t hear me clear enough just now?” Huang Xiaolong was indifferent as he continued, “I called you an idiot....