Yu Wenye's eyes have always been cold and stern, his gaze as sharp and hard as a blade, while Shen Wuzheng is a gentleman of gentle demeanor, his gaze always carrying a wise tolerance, appearing very soft. At this moment, however, these two contrasting gazes converged, and it was impossible to tell which was stronger.
Yet, even someone as strong as Shen Tu Tai inexplicably felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
Just as the atmosphere in the room reached its peak of tension, as if the entire garrison was about to be torn apart, Yu Wenye finally spoke, his voice so deep it barely sounded like his: "No."
"What!?"
These two words made Shen Wuzheng's already slightly reddened eyes instantly turn completely red.
Seeing his complexion change, Shen Tu Tai hurriedly said, "Mr. Shen, this matter requires careful deliberation from the start."
