Thirteen had an incredulous expression on his face.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this was the guy from the rumors, the one who was brutally violent, inhumane, and had killed He Haodong.
At first glance, how was he any different from those rich heirs who drove fancy cars and hooked up everywhere?
Even making appointments to fight again, did they think they were just sparring? It was a matter of life and death, wasn't it?
"I won't chat with you right now; I need to talk to your Miss first," Ye Xiong said and walked toward He Mengji, who was sitting in the car.
"Stop."
Thirteen quickly stepped in front of him and said coldly, "If you dare to take one more step toward her, I'll twist your neck off."
"Is it interesting to keep fighting and killing?" Ye Xiong said in a gentle manner, trying to teach him a lesson: "As a human being, you should learn to convince people with virtue."
