Gong Yuanhong placed his hands on the railing, gazing down at the street below: "But those stubborn old men will receive news soon enough.",Bó Yān Qīng had been angered by Shěn Níng Rǎn's words. The hands hanging at his sides clenched tightly, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.,"You're quite sharp-tongued. I wonder how many slaps it would take for your tongue to lose its agility."。