He slowly took a step closer, his gaze coldly fixed on Jiang Qi, his voice carried a hint of ruthlessness and mockery: "Do you think those few experts under you are really so impressive? In front of me, they're nothing but clowns. Jiang Qi, you should understand, you have no chance of winning here today."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi's face turned even more unsightly. He stared intently at Ye Qingchen, with unease and anger intertwined in his heart. His lips trembled slightly, the arrogance and pride in his eyes replaced by fear and doubt.
He began to realize he might have truly underestimated the person before him. Yet, this realization was hard for him to accept.
Jiang Qi's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist as the anger in his chest reignited.
He couldn't tolerate anyone being so brazen on his turf, nor could he accept the feeling of losing control before Ye Qingchen. He must regain the initiative, even if it meant using the most despicable methods.
