Lord Yelu glanced at Nan Batian; all he needed was a result. As for Nan Batian's dignity, what was that to him?
At this time, Nan Batian looked at Lord Yelu with a sense of grievance, but Lord Yelu remained indifferent.
Now, Nan Batian had been placed on the proverbial stove for roasting; he had no solutions—whether to open the coffin or not, Lord Yelu would certainly not let it go. Lord Yelu would definitely sort him out, and most crucially, this was an opportunity to take down Chen Jiusi. Who knew when such an opportunity would arise again?
But to open the coffin, for some reason, he felt uneasy. Surely, Chen Jiusi wasn't tricking him? He didn't look panicked at all and was even somewhat arrogant. Could this be a trap?
If it were a trap, what should he do? Truly bow his head? But could he afford to lose that face?
Moreover, as the Gang Leader of a whole faction, to kowtow to a bunch of minor lackeys—once word got out, wouldn't he lose all respect?
