Li Ye kicked He Dazhuang sprawling. He Dazhuang was dumbfounded, utterly lacking the fierce spirit he had shown back when Li Ye first threw him down and he had scrambled back up shouting, "I'll fight you to the death!"
Of course, he was even less likely to shamelessly keep holding Li Ye hostage, demanding that he solve his job problem and find him a partner.
Because he knew perfectly well that Li Ye's "damn satisfying" kick had kicked every last shred of their relationship clean away.
After all, when they were kids, trading punches was no big deal. Once they grew up, they could laugh it off and bear no grudges, even downing bottles together at a barbecue stall.
But if you beat a thirty-year-old man senseless, he would never forgive you for the rest of his life. If he still laughed and joked with you after taking that beating, you had better check whether he was holding a knife meant for murder.
He Dazhuang shot Li Ye a venomous glare and spat.
"Fine. You're something, all right. You're all something. You teamed up to play me for a fool. You and Zhen Rongrong teamed up to play everyone for fools!"
"If you dare spout that nonsense again—"
Li Ye angrily moved to kick He Dazhuang again, but He Dazhuang spun around and bolted.
Whatever else could be said, he had become far more cowardly than before, and he had also learned the art of not swallowing a loss right in front of him.
But once He Dazhuang was out of Li Ye's office, his courage immediately swelled. He turned around and faced Li Ye again.
In He Dazhuang's view, Li Ye absolutely would not hit anyone in the office building corridor. After all, in broad daylight and before everyone's