"1."
Li Beijue had already begun counting.
Gu Qiao'an panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down, "Young Master Li, you're trying to scare me as if I'm a naive fool."
"2." He said another number, his face expressionless, and his thin lips releasing it.
Gu Qiao'an furrowed his brows, unsure.
His rationality told him that as long as Li Beijue wasn't insane, he wouldn't do such a thing. Yet, his instincts reminded him that Li Beijue, the man who was willing to fly a helicopter to kill his way onto his company's premises for that illegitimate daughter, was already displaying a form of madness; it would be best not to gamble!
As he remained silent, a "3" fell into the air.
The grip on his collar suddenly loosened. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had resisted speaking,
suddenly, a fist, swift and powerful, hit his face.
"Ah." He staggered, knocked to the ground.
