Jiang Che took a few steps forward and looked down at Ye Chen, who lay limp on the ground like a dead dog. A supremely mocking smile curled across his lips.
He bent slightly and spoke in a casual tone only the two of them could hear.
"Ye Chen, do you think that just because you're the master of the Temple of the God of Slaughter, you can run wild through the Dragon Kingdom without a care in the world?"
"This is my territory! If you're a dragon, you'll coil up for me; if you're a tiger, you'll lie down for me!"
"To tell you the truth... the reason you lost your mind at yesterday's auction and spent 13 billion on that crappy toilet was entirely my doing."
"I merely used a little trick, and I had an idiot like you dancing in the palm of my hand. I'll gladly accept your 13 billion."
At that, Jiang Che paused, a teasing glint flashing through his eyes.
"Oh, right. Later, I'll be discussing investing in and acquiring shares of the Qiao Family with Old Madam Qiao."
"And I'll specifically name your wife, Joanna, to meet with me alone to discuss the investment."
"Don't worry. I'll 'dote on' her properly in your place. I'll make sure she understands just how blissful and wonderful it is to be a woman."
"After all, you worthless piece of trash married into the family for over two years and still never even touched her little hand... Tsk, tsk, tsk. How pitiful."
Jiang Che's voice was not loud, but to Ye Chen, it sounded like thunder exploding from the heavens, leaving his mind buzzing.
"W-What?!"
Ye Chen's pupils constricted violently. Even if someone beat him to death, he would never have imagined that all of this had