When one carries a sharp weapon, killing intent naturally arises.
To say nothing of the long-standing feud between them, where every grievance was a blood debt that could only be settled by death.
Besides, the other party was clearly looking for trouble.
Now that Chen Che wanted to leave, Hu Haiqing wasn't about to let him go, so he instinctively reached out to block him.
What he hadn't expected, however, was that Chen Che was far more decisive than he had imagined:
The moment his hand shot out like a claw, Chen Che, as if having anticipated it all along, calmly sidestepped. He dodged the grab and simultaneously struck out with his own palm.
But Hu Haiqing paid it no mind. He even brought his right hand down, intending to press down on Chen Che's shoulder. A faint, mocking sneer even appeared in his eyes.
However, that hint of mockery instantly turned to agony.
