Wang Gang's mouth awkwardly twitched as he was just about to play peacemaker, "Young Master Ye really knows how to joke."
But before he could even open his mouth, he saw Ye Che move with the speed of madness right in front of Xu Zhiye, and without a word, Ye Che swung his fist and smashed it hard into Xu Zhiye's face.
In an instant, half of Xu Zhiye's face was covered in bloodstains, and his glasses were flung far away with a snap.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, Xu Zhiye spoke, "Ye Che—"
"Don't say anything now, just take your beating!" Before Xu Zhiye's words had finished, Ye Che had already taken off his coat, tossed it onto the sofa, lifted his foot, and kicked at Xu Zhiye's thigh with another blow.
Freed from the constraint of the coat, Ye Che's kick was full of force, knocking Xu Zhiye to his knees, the sensation of bones breaking evident as Xu Zhiye cursed through clenched teeth, 'Damn,' and straightened up.
