Zhang Qing abruptly looked back. Beneath his hooked nose, his eyes looked sharp and sinister.
He had come to finish off the boy, only to discover that a neatly dressed young man had knocked on the door before him.
To avoid causing a commotion, he could only wait for the young man to leave.
But who would have thought this reckless brat would not only bump into him, but insult him too?
"Brat, what did you say? Got a death wish?"
Xu Ye gave a comical grin. Under the unconscious influence of his emotion manipulation, he tilted his chin up and pointed his nostrils at the man. "Oh, so you're not a dog. Still, with a face like that, you must have considerable archaeological value."
"???"
Zhang Qing's eyes widened and his breathing quickened. His face flushed crimson, and the whites of his eyes filled with blood vessels.
How could anyone insult someone like that?
"You... you..."
He stammered, then fell silent for a long while, unable to produce a complete sentence.
"You what? Can't even speak anymore? Was prenatal education the highest level of schooling you completed?" Xu Ye sneered mercilessly.
Part of it was the influence of the [Emotional Hat].
Another part was that this man was no decent person. He had even disregarded the lives of the ordinary passengers aboard the plane just to kill Little Blade.
Xu Ye never showed mercy to people like him.
With that, he straightened his hat and headed toward his room without another glance, his chin still raised like an arrogant gentleman of noble birth.
He had already sensed the man's killing intent.
That was good.
Luring the man to his own place and disposing of him there would be ideal.
He pushed open the door and entered the living room.