"Han Xuedao, you dare to deceive me!"
Director Hu roared in fury.
"You dare address Director Han by name? You're asking for death!"
Xu Yi shouted angrily, sprang up, and smacked Director Hu across the face again. The blow sent him flying, and a rain of blood fell through the air. Director Hu passed out once more.
Han Xuedao flew into a rage and sent a strand of divine sense shooting toward Xu Yi's brow. Xu Yi's figure swayed as he dodged aside.
He had already cultivated divine sense, so he was no longer completely unable to detect such attacks, as he had been before.
In his eyes, Han Xuedao's divine sense was a sharp spike, coming at him with great force. No—against Xu Yi, who was already on guard, avoiding it was no difficult feat.
"Old Han, if we really fight, you might not be able to beat me. Besides, you're a deputy director of the Discipline Department, and I'm a section chief in the First Section. If we make a huge scene and outsiders see it, who knows what they'll say."
Xu Yi put on the air of someone looking out for the greater good.
Han Xuedao had always believed that using force to eliminate an enemy was the worst option, but Xu Yi had just infuriated him so much that he had lost his head.
"Sinister" and "treacherous" were no longer enough to describe this man.
Even if he racked his brains, he never would have imagined that Xu Yi would turn around and pull a stunt like this.
"Xu, what exactly are you trying to do? If you want us both to go down, I'll see it through to the end."
Han Xuedao forced down his thoughts, which were on the verge of boiling over, and