In the vast office, two equally tall and imposing men faced each other, eye to eye.
Xu Zhiye's profile was smeared with a swatch of bright red.
Ye Che's left hand, on the other hand, dripped relentlessly with blood, without any sign of stopping.
The entire office was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Xu Zhiye had also taken off his coat, showing no fear of the gun in Ye Che's hand. His aura turned sharp, as if ready to have a good fight with Ye Che.
However, from a young age, he had been educated as a well-mannered, genteel Noble scion, to treat others with respect and peace. He was nowhere near Ye Che, who was like a demon king who had fought his way through the underworld, proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts.
So, when it came to fighting, he was quite weak.
Xu Zhiye had not yet made a move, just raised his fist, when Ye Che immediately grabbed his wrist, twisted his joint, and pinned it behind his back.
