Fredrick, who was engrossed in showing off his gunplay, and his friend were startled for a moment, turning back to look at Xu Jingxi.
The people present were simultaneously frightened into stiffness by that crude and savage statement.
The blonde, blue-eyed beauty sitting with Xu Jingxi on the sofa paled, wine from her glass spilling onto her skirt. She hastily stood up, thinking she had offended Xu Jingxi, and apologized in a soft and gentle voice, over and over again.
Xu Jingxi hardly gave a glance, picking up the whiskey glass and raising it to his lips, downing it in one gulp.
He was a bit fierce, still easier to deal with than the casually indifferent scion of privilege in the conference room.
They also heard that soft, cloying "Mr."
Everyone instinctively looked towards Leh Ying, who was terrified and fleeing in panic, quickly understanding. Fredrick silently put down his weapon, signalling his men to collect the targets, letting this contest pass unresolved.
