"Ye Xixue, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Even if you can fight me, you can never fight the people backing me!"
Murong Hai roared, and the bodyguards at the door immediately rushed in and surrounded him.
"I admit your subordinates are quite formidable, though I couldn't beat them before, but it's different now."
His face was full of smugness as he pulled out his phone and pressed a button.
"I've been in control of Jiulong Mountain Villa for several years and have cultivated many loyal followers. Now these people work for me, and Jiulong Mountain Villa is no longer yours. If you refuse to let go, you'll have to lose your life."
Murong Hai spoke and approached Ye Xixue, clicking his tongue twice: "What a pity! You're so beautiful, I truly can't bear to kill you."
"Are these people you mentioned as loyal followers?"
Ye Xixue chuckled softly, stood up, and turned the laptop screen towards him.
