"I…"
Bo Yanching: "Get lost."
The beeping after the call got cut off thudded in Yaen Chi's ears like a muffled hammer.
His ears were actually ringing, his head pounding, and he honestly wondered what sins he'd committed in this life—he's already a total screw-up himself, so why is he still surrounded by a bunch of bastards digging pits for him, watching him fall in and laughing?
Did he not accumulate any virtue in his past lives?
Just then, the door was pushed open.
Well, strictly speaking, it didn't count as "pushed open"—the guy used his hand, sure, but the strength in that hand was like lifting weights, more force than a kick. The door slammed into the wall and bounced a few times, the series of bangs instantly igniting Yaen Chi's temper.
"Get out!"
Yaen Chi turned his head and glared at Li Jian, who had a dead cigar hanging from his mouth. "You don't know how to knock, you damn brute?!"
"Fine."
