"You killed Zou Yuan?!"
Zhao Longfei's voice abruptly rose, tinged with disbelief. He stared fixedly at Qin Siyang, as though wondering whether he had misheard.
"Which Zou Yuan?"
"He said he was from Northern Glory University and asked me to spare him out of respect for Beirong." Qin Siyang snorted, his tone dripping with disdain. "Do I look like someone who'd fall for that?"
The corner of Zhao Longfei's mouth twitched. Just as he was about to say something, Qin Siyang thrust out his hand and jabbed a finger straight against his nose, hard enough to nearly make him sneeze.
"To help you, I took on two sequence level six monsters all by myself, and I'm pissed as hell right now! Anyway, I killed them like you asked, so don't give me any of that 'you shouldn't have killed them' bullshit!"
Zhao Longfei swallowed the words he had been about to say, looking thoroughly miserable. "Fine, I won't say it. I'll keep my mouth shut, all right?"
"You shouldn't have said anything in the first place!"
Zhao Longfei shook his head and took out a cigar. He was just about to light it when Qin Siyang snatched it away.
"Smoke, smoke, smoke-that's all you ever do!" Qin Siyang held up the cigar, then threw it straight onto the floor, nearly stomping on it for good measure. "It's bad enough putting up with you smoking in your office. This carriage is so tiny that a fart takes five minutes to clear, and you still fucking smoke! Do you think I've got nothing better to do all day than clean up your secondhand smoke?!"
Qin Siyang's tirade left Zhao Longfei utterly subdued, unable to get a single word out. He could only scratch the scar on his scalp and glare resentfully at