"How dare you!" Mei He shouted angrily. One of his sleeves billowed as if inflated, and killing intent instantly boiled over.
Cang Yunxin grabbed his hand, his face dark as he said, "Don't lower yourself to his level. Killing him like this would be letting him off too easily."
Mei He was slightly taken aback. He had come to persuade Cang Yunxin to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, so how had Cang Yunxin ended up persuading him instead? Little did he know that until something happened to oneself, putting oneself in another's shoes and experiencing it firsthand were entirely different matters. Given his status and position, how many people usually dared to give him grief? Yue Qianchou's mouth had been born to provoke people like them. Ordinary people could not bear it, much less someone like him who usually stood high above the rest.
"Kill me?" The flesh on Yue Qianchou's face bunched up as he sneered. "I'm standing right here. Touch me if you've got the guts—let's see! I doubt you have the nerve!" His gaze fell on Cang Yunxin's weathered face, shifting between light and shadow. He said each word distinctly, "I'm not in the mood to waste breath with you anymore. I'll give you one day to prepare. You'll leave with me tomorrow. Farewell!" With that, he turned and walked away.
"You're courting death!" Cang Yunxin roared. He had indeed been provoked into fury. Mei He was startled and hurriedly held him back. Yue Qianchou turned and gave the two of them a cold smile, then left without another word. He had come in high spirits only to return disappointed. It was not the least bit unexpected—damn it, this was exactly the effect he wanted. He was testing the limits of their endurance.
In the end,