Watching the Masked Youth wail on the ground, Fox stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at him quietly as though admiring an outstanding work of art.
It was not until half an hour had passed that the Masked Youth's voice gradually weakened, then slowly fell silent.
Yet his muscles still twitched uncontrollably, and his clothes were thoroughly drenched in sweat. He looked utterly miserable.
"I hope you won't continue to disappoint me."
"Actually, I'm quite patient."
After leaving those airy words behind, Fox gradually walked away. The God of War followed at his back like the most loyal bodyguard, never leaving his side.
The Masked Youth lay on the ground, watching Fox's retreating figure. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, using tremendous effort to slowly rise to his feet before staggering after him.
"Has it begun?"
Li Xinghe sat in Zhao Hai's office with a complicated, deeply conflicted expression.
Zhao Hai held several ancient-looking bottles and jars in his hands, examining them thoughtfully without the slightest intention of acknowledging Li Xinghe.
"Can you at least answer me?"
"Was it easy for this old man to scrape together this little bit of wealth?"
"Have some consideration for my feelings."
Seeing that Zhao Hai was ignoring him, Li Xinghe stood directly from the sofa, walked over in a few strides, and sat on Zhao Hai's desk. His face was practically pressed against Zhao Hai's.
Zhao Hai paused.
He raised his head coldly and looked at Li Xinghe. Only after a moment did he speak. "Leader Li, if you have so much free time, I have several missions here that are short on manpower. Go help out."
"If you aren't free, please leave my office."
"Because... I'm very busy."
As he spoke, Zhao Hai lowered his head and