As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Zhang Cangsong couldn't believe he was still unable to teach Long Chen a lesson.
Faced with their taunts, Long Chen merely sneered. He didn't take them to heart in the slightest. To him, they were nothing more than a bunch of insignificant clowns, unworthy of his concern.
He glanced over everyone present and spoke indifferently, "Since you're all so keen on getting this Gold Bead, then take it with your own abilities."
"I'd like to see whether your strength is as formidable as your tough talk!"
With that, Long Chen reached out, and the Gold Bead appeared in his palm.
When the group saw the Gold Bead in Long Chen's hand, their eyes instantly lit up.
"It really is the Gold Bead!"
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Gold Bead now!" a man barked, staring intently at Long Chen.
Long Chen scoffed, too lazy to even bother with them.
