Baili Pangpang frowned deeply at the sight.
He braced a hand against the desk, lightly vaulted over it, and landed steadily before Baili Jing, who sat in the swivel chair. His right hand clenched into a fist as he spoke coldly:
"Though you're the adopted son of the Baili Family, when have we ever treated you poorly? Everything I had, you had too—some things, you had even more of!
Dad put the entire group in your hands because he trusted you! Because we trusted you!
You're more capable than I am, and more qualified to manage the Baili Group. I've always known that. From beginning to end, I never wanted to monopolize power. I never cared about any of that. I thought that once I inherited the Baili Group, I would hand all authority over to you and let you continue running it for me.
Then the two of us brothers could each do our part—I'd fight and make my way in the outside world, while you handled the family business at home. Wouldn't that be good?"
Baili Pangpang stared into Baili Jing's eyes and gritted out:
"I treated you like a brother. What about you?
You wanted to kill me!
You blew up my plane, turned four Forbidden Item Wielders against me, and laid a net across the entire area around Guangshen... Heh. Baili Jing, you really went all out!
How did the Baili Family produce an ungrateful wretch like you?!"
Baili Pangpang practically roared the last sentence. He suddenly raised his fist and threw it hard at Baili Jing's face. The force of the punch howled through the air, terrifyingly powerful.
Baili Jing, seated in the swivel chair, narrowed his eyes and lightly raised his right hand.
A flash of light glimmered from the emerald thumb ring on