Xu Zhiye watched Ye Che being beaten bloody yet stubbornly refusing to beg for mercy— even audaciously threatening him. Despite his pitiful state, at the mercy of others, his eyes still shone with the imperious aura of a born leader. His defiant spirit only fueled Xu Zhiye's jealousy into madness.
His expression darkened as he walked over to Ye Che, grabbed him by the collar, and delivered a heavy kick to his abdomen before speaking deliberately.
"Mr. Ye, how does it feel to be surrounded and beaten? Fortunes turn every ten years, and now it's your turn—"
"However, I'm alive and back, watching your Ye Family being toppled step by step, watching you, Ye Che, clanking your way into prison. But I think you won't be so lucky because I won't give you any chance to turn the tables..."
"Because—" Xu Zhiye moved closer to Ye Che, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up—"those two thugs are dead, and you, the charge of murder, is now confirmed!"
