Chu Li looked at him calmly without saying a word.
Yang Ping was temperamental and he possessed dark thoughts. He was not a benevolent person and it would not be easy to work under him.
"Haha… Hahahaha!" Yang Ping held his head up as he guffawed. As he did so, he bent forward and backward. In the end, he slammed the desk and laughed even louder.
Chu Li simply stared at him in silence, not a hint of shock was in his eyes.
Then, Yang Ping stopped smiling and his expression grew stern instead. He pointed at Chu Li and yelled, "You're a disciple of the Holy Church of Light! How can you be so naive?"
Chu Li asked, "Why do you say so, General?"