As the elevator doors closed, only Jiang Che, Ye Chen, and two Shadow Guards standing like statues remained in the corridor.
With his hands in his pockets, Jiang Che looked down at Ye Chen, who was kneeling on the floor like a dead dog. A mocking, playful curve tugged at his lips, and his eyes were full of disdain.
"Ye Chen, Ye Chen..."
"You think that just because you're the master of the Temple of the God of Slaughter in the Western world, you can run wild and throw your weight around in Jiangnan City?"
"What the hell are you in front of me?"
"You're nothing more than an insignificant ant, a bug I can crush to death with a flick of my hand!"
At that, Jiang Che slowly crouched down and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, every word aimed straight at Ye Chen's heart:
"Your wife, Joanna... I'll take good care of her for you from now on!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I have to say, even though you're useless, your taste is actually pretty good!"
"She... is really wet!"
Hearing Jiang Che's heartless whisper—especially those meaningful words, "really wet"—Ye Chen felt as though a massive nuclear bomb had struck his brain with perfect precision, instantly exploding into a mushroom cloud!
Before coming to the ninety-ninth floor, and when he saw those female bodyguards in the Heavenly Human Realm, he had already anticipated all of this and mentally prepared himself for the worst countless times...
But when those cruel facts were truly pronounced through Jiang Che's mouth so bluntly and casually, Ye Chen's already fragile defenses completely crumbled in an instant!
"Bastard!! Aaaahhh!!"
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!"
Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and blood even seeped from the corners of them.
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