"We have no quarrel. Why do you want to kill me?" Ye Xiu asked. If the thin-faced, monkey-cheeked old man was working with Zhang Hong, it would make sense. He had beaten up Zhang Hong and even lifted him by his collar, giving the old man a reason to want him dead. But the old man had just been sneering at Zhang Hong a moment ago, so they clearly weren't allies. In that case, it was completely irrational for him to want Ye Xiu dead.
"Hmph, I don't need a reason to kill you," the thin-faced, monkey-cheeked old man declared arrogantly. "Hurry up. If you don't kill Zhang Hong, I'll have to take matters into my own hands and kill you."
Ye Xiu was infuriated by the old man's unreasonable bullying.
He let go of Zhang Hong and said coldly, "I won't kill him. Now you can kill me."
Everyone in the coffee shop was stunned. No one had expected Ye Xiu to actually confront the thin-faced, monkey-cheeked old man.
