Jiang Yan ignored Pei Qin. He did not reach out to shake his hand, merely watched Pei Qin's hand hang in the air.
There was no need to put on a false face for someone he disliked.
The prerequisite was having the capital to refuse.
"Heh heh."
A smile piled onto Pei Qin's fair face. He said nothing and silently lowered his hand to his sides, as though he had not the slightest bit of temper.
"Brother Jiang, see you next time."
With that, Pei Qin took a few steps into his room.
Jiang Yan watched his thin, gaunt back and fell into thought.
Click—
Only when the door shut did it cut off the line of sight between the bedroom and the living room.
The battle on the floor, meanwhile, continued.
The two grown men seemed to have agreed not to use martial skills. They relied solely on all sorts of underhanded tricks as they brawled together, as disorderly as street thugs.
"Sun He, if you've got the guts, don't use your supernatural abilities at all."
"Heh heh, whoever uses them first is a dog."
Jiang Yan said nothing. With a flick of his empty finger, an invisible force struck the two of them.
In an instant, the two figures flew out the window one after the other.
Duang!
"Much quieter now."
Before Jiang Yan could return to his room, the two figures flew back in.
"Who?! Who dared to sneak-attack me, Sun He?!"
The voice arrived before the man did. Immediately afterward, a burly body landed on the floor.
Sun He glared at Jiang Yan in a fury, stomping toward him with imposing momentum.
"I was having a real man's PK. Who gave you permission to interfere?"
Jiang Yan laughed. It had been a long time since he