Different positions meant naturally different words and actions. Wang Er had to worry about his identity in the world—anything wicked, he dared to do, but he still had to follow the world's rules. That guy who wanted to open fire was different; to complete the mission, he didn't give a damn about means or process. Watching this scene, Cao Xi looked mockingly at Wang Er and sneered, "Wang Er Ye, how come you're getting more and more useless as you get older? Let a small fry yell at you and you don't even have a temper? Truly amusing."
"Cut the sarcasm." Wang Er shot back coldly, eyes locked on Sang Ji, ready to move at any moment.
"Wang Er Ye, I suggest you back off. Whether you walk out of here alive depends on your luck. Once you make a move, your family is going to suffer along with you. This is my last kind reminder. You're a man who's been famous in the world for a long time, yet you can't see the truth—really a pity for your Wang family." Cao Xi said icily.
