Fei Ming seized Olive's arm and flung it aside in one sharp motion, the force sending the other man stumbling a step.
"My goals are different from yours, Olive. Leave it at that."
Blood from the fresh corpses had spread across the floor between their boots, sticking against the soles each time they shifted.
Olive's face twisted with fury.
His chest heaved, veins bulging along his neck and temples as the frustration of the entire game boiled over.
Everything had been going according to plan until this bastard showed up to ruin it all. In a final, desperate surge, he lunged forward and roared at the top of his lungs. "But YOU'LL DIE!"
His shout struck the chamber wall and bounced back.
Fei Ming angled his head toward him, dark hair slipping over the nape of his neck. He regarded Olive with the mild curiosity of a man watching a struggling animal.
