In an instant, Brother Qian felt something was amiss. He instinctively followed his gut and retreated a few steps, putting some distance between himself and Xu Ke.
"What do you mean?"
Seeing the man's wary demeanor, Xu Ke instead laughed. "Have you sensed something?"
When Xu Ke wasn't smiling, Brother Qian just had his doubts. But now, with Xu Ke's smile, Brother Qian's doubts were confirmed. "What are you planning? I have a partnership with your Brother Zhao. If you lay a hand on me, have you considered the consequences?" As he spoke, he kept retreating, clearly wary of Xu Ke.
"So what? You paid the money, and even if you die, someone else will quickly replace you. It won't affect the businesses of the powers behind us, so don't think of yourself as irreplaceable." Xu Ke mercilessly stabbed the opponent in the chest, making Brother Qian's face turn colorful like a palette. His gaze at Xu Ke lost its former admiration and now looked at him as if he were someone detestable.
