He held Shen Zihao's gaze without blinking. "I'm going to get a licensed gun specifically because of you. I'll shoot you just out of spite, that's how much I despise you. Don't test me. Don't think that because you're crazy I'm not crazier... I don't tolerate this and I never have."
He took one step forward. "And don't even think about going feral on me, because you'll find yourself in jail before you finish the thought. You shouldn't forget who my partner is."
Shen Zihao looked at him.
His cheek was red where Guiying's palm had landed. His expression had gone through several things in the last thirty seconds and had settled somewhere harder to read than the smile had been, something with more layers to it, and he laughed.
Quiet and short.
"How could I forget?" he said. "He made sure I remembered it." He straightened, unhurried, smoothing his jacket. "Have a good day, Tang XiaoYu." His eyes moved across the room briefly. "All of you... we'll be seeing each other often."
