Luo Ye's words took effect immediately. Feitan forcibly reined in his displeasure and eased up on the force of his strikes.
Although this Hisoka looked sleazy and had a foul mouth, he was Yezi's younger brother, after all. Beating him up to vent his anger was fine, but killing him was out of the question.
So Feitan still held back. He didn't want to receive a breakup package right after starting a relationship.
Now that Yezi had forbidden him from damaging the tower, he restrained himself even further.
Hisoka, who had been enjoying the fight, was dissatisfied instead. "Brother, it's just a lousy tower, isn't it? Can't our family afford to compensate them for one lousy tower?"
Never mind the Old Man's enormous fortune. Luo Ye himself wasn't short of money either. It was only a lousy tower—so what if it was destroyed? How could it be allowed to interfere with the thrill of his battle?
"Or is that pretty boy you found a penniless pauper?" Hisoka raised his voice. "Then I have to warn you, Brother. You absolutely can't keep a pretty boy like that!"
He had a terrible temper, was short, and had no money. Aside from his face being easy on the eyes, there wasn't a second good point to be found on him.
Hisoka didn't understand why his brother had chosen him. There were plenty of good-looking people in the world, so why pick such a short gourd?
Feitan—Feitan exploded. A fiery red aura roared around him as he glowered and forced several words through clenched teeth. "You're asking to die!"
Because of Yezi, he had still held back somewhat despite being angry just now.
But even a clay figure could not withstand repeated provocation, let alone Feitan, whose temper was bad to begin with. Seeing