"What is it?"
Fang Yuan quickly explained their purpose and stepped aside, allowing Ouyang Ye to see Lin Ye and Chen Meng.
Ouyang Ye's gaze swept over the two, finally landing on Lin Ye. His brow furrowed, and he waved his hand dismissively without a second thought.
"I'm not doing it. Tell them to leave."
"Some genius..."
"In my entire life, the one thing I despise most are these so-called geniuses."
He snorted, his words filled with undisguised contempt.
"Mr. Ouyang..." Fang Yuan tried to persuade him further.
Chen Meng, with his hot temper flaring, was about to argue.
But Ouyang Ye abruptly raised a hand, silencing everyone.
His sharp, hawk-like eyes locked onto Lin Ye.
"Kid, let me ask you something."
"You want a weapon. What do you plan to use it for?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, oppressive weight.
Fang Yuan's expression changed, and he opened his mouth to give Lin Ye a reminder.
