The cold edge of the blade flashed before his eyes, and Zhou Yinghuai expressionlessly dodged it, snatching the knife in a backhand move and pressing it against Zhou Heci's neck.
"You're already an old man, why bother with such a thankless task?" he said with a slow, deliberate smile, his tone gentle and shallow, "If I kill you now, would that count as self-defense?"
"You madman!" Zhou Heci cursed furiously, "People like you will get their comeuppance sooner or later! Zhou Yinghuai! You're far too unscrupulous in your actions! As man sows, so shall he reap!"
When Jiang Tan walked in, this was the scene she saw.
The sound of the door opening drew the attention of both people present, and they looked towards the direction of the main door.
Jiang Tan subconsciously gripped the thermos in her hand tighter.
Zhou Yinghuai put away the knife. He walked over to Jiang Tan as if nothing had happened, while Zhou Heci collapsed on the ground, his face deathly pale.
