He had thought it was an ordinary visit, but it turned out to be a premeditated scheme.
Wang Xiaoming had come for the spirit tablet in Guo Fan's possession. That tablet was the key to maintaining Guo Fan's balance. Without it, he would have died long ago. Anyone whose brain had not rotted away would know that something tied to one's own life could never be lent to someone else, much less when Wang Xiaoming's demand was even more excessive.
He wanted Guo Fan to enter the spirit tablet again.
What kind of request was that?
It was like wrapping himself up as a gift and delivering himself over.
So no matter how polite Guo Fan had been to Wang Xiaoming before, it was time to turn hostile.
"If I don't give it to you, are you planning to take it by force? If you really want to make a move, I can kill you right here. At worst, we'll die together. Either way, it's only death."
Several traces of eerie ferocity appeared on Guo Fan's corpse-like face.
When it truly came time to choose, he would not hesitate to kill Wang Xiaoming.
"Guo Fan, calm down." Zhong Shan hurriedly tried to persuade him, afraid that Guo Fan would suddenly attack.
At such a tense standoff, any action could lead to irreparable consequences.
"How am I supposed to calm down? Can't you see that Wang Xiaoming wants my life? I'm about to die, so calm down my ass."
Guo Fan could not listen to Zhong Shan's advice. His numb eyes remained fixed on Wang Xiaoming.
He might have been inconspicuous within Headquarters' circle. Yang Jian, Li Jun, Cao Yang, Liu San, even Feng Quan and Su Fan were all more important than him. But that was only within that circle.