Xue An stared at him coldly.
It was only at this moment that Wan Gaoxing's entourage seemed to awaken from a dream.
"Young master!"
"Young master, I'll save you!"
Amid these shouts, the entourage attempted to rush forward.
Xue An didn't even turn his head, merely saying indifferently, "If any of you take one more step, his head will be saying goodbye to his body!"
Their footsteps halted abruptly, and Wan Gaoxing cried out hysterically, "You fools! Who told you to come forward? Step back, all of you! Without my order, no one is to take another step!"
The entourage froze collectively, then Wan Gaoxing forced a sycophantic smile toward Xue An.
"S-sir, does this satisfy you now?"
Xue An nodded slightly. "You're cooperative."
Humiliation and hatred surged in Wan Gaoxing's heart, but his smile became even more obsequious.
