Chapter 546 Little Shawl

"Do you dare to command me?" Yan Molin's voice instantly turned cold, filled with a chilling aura. He looked at the few people with icy eyes, sharp and bone-chilling like frozen blades in winter. Suddenly, he stood up, his tall figure resembling the approach of death. "Have I been too lenient recently? Each and every one of you dares to defy and deceive me?!" The few people trembled. They had only made suggestions, their tone slightly heavier, but did it warrant such aggression from him?