"How am I supposed to prove it? Tell me," Chen Ke pressed his hands on the counter and leaned his face close to Lester, demanding an answer.
"Your gaze, Chen Ke, my friend had a gaze sharp as a knife. With a single glare, he could make those who overestimated themselves shrink back obediently. And you, Chen? Let's see if your eyes are as sharp as his," Lester said.
This was what you asked for.
A red aura of killing intent rose from behind Chen Ke. He noticed that the color of the aura was more intense than before. With a fierce glare, the aura surged towards Lester, and to avoid being too harsh, Chen Ke deliberately held back quite a bit.
Even so, the aura still hit Lester hard. His expression changed abruptly, his cane slipped, and he tumbled to the ground.
Chen Ke hurried around the counter and helped him up.
A few minutes later.
Regaining his composure, Lester sat behind his counter, sipping coffee and resting with his eyes closed, his mind still unsettled.
