"Xueji, you just let that pretentious bastard get away like that?"
Song Yufan, with some bloodstains still on his forehead, felt a lingering headache; that sudden blow was unexpected, leaving him dazed, with aching bones that felt as if they were falling apart.
"Yufan, who is that guy?"
Lin Xueji's face was cold as snow, devoid of any color, as she looked icily at the bruised and battered Song Yufan, asking sharply.
"Xueji, I've had someone check him out. Apparently, that guy is just an ordinary security guard. But they say he's quite capable in a fight. One man taking on dozens alone shouldn't be much of a problem."
Song Yufan smiled faintly, a hint of malice in his eyes, and continued, "Why? Planning to go after him?"
"I'm not interested in getting involved with someone like that."
Watching as the winged vehicle sped away, Lin Xueji's gaze gradually darkened, appearing deep and solemn as she said, "Alright, we still have to meet Bruce Ye, let's not delay."
"What?!"
