Xuan Long's eyes almost turned completely dark, his pupils shrinking into thin slits as he heard the threat hidden in An Mo's tone.
For a moment, he truly wanted to drag this man down from the sky and tear him apart.
How could he have forgotten? No matter how strong he himself was, An Mo had always been like this...unpredictable, shameless, and without limits.
When it came to desire, that man never knew restraint. If he wanted something, he would chase it no matter the cost.
An Mo was exactly that kind of person.
Xuan Long forced himself to calm down. The more he provoked this devil, the more dangerous the situation would become. He could not afford to lose control now.
He slowly exhaled and spoke in a cold, steady voice.
"An Mo, this is not your playground. This is not a place you can treat so casually."
An Mo laughed, a bright, mocking sound.
"Brother, you're mistaken," he said lazily. "I'm not treating it like a child's game. I know exactly what I'm doing."
