"I know that the special forces snipers of Hawk Power are top-notch, even if there's a ninety-nine percent chance it might kill Xu Ziqing, I wouldn't take a one percent gamble with Xia Weiyi's life!"
"In this lifetime, I, Ye Che, can afford to lose anything, but the one thing I can't afford to lose is Xia Weiyi..."
When he spoke these words, Ye Che's voice carried a bit of a low, hoarse sadness. The heavy air was filled with helplessness and sorrow, his voice uncertain and wavering.
Ye Che sighed deeply, his brows furrowed as he looked at Wen Qiyang, and he repeated: "Wen Qiyang, if Xia Weiyi suffers even the slightest harm because of your impulsiveness, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying that, Ye Che got into his sports car and sprinted towards the expressway.
Wen Qiyang was stunned for a moment, not expecting to be threatened by a young lad after living for over thirty years—it certainly didn't sit well with him!
