Xiong Tao watched Ye Xiao walking away with palpitations. Just now, he had truly felt like he was about to be killed. He wasn't joking, he really wasn't joking.
At this moment, Xiong Tao's heart was churning like turbulent seas.
"Mr. Xiong, this guy is too arrogant. Let's go back and tell Mr. Xiong," said the Martial Artist standing next to Xiong Tao, looking seriously at the departing Ye Xiao.
Xiong Tao's eyes narrowed to slits, and he spoke in an icy tone, "Hmph, my dad was right. This Ye Xiao is indeed not easy to subdue. But, hmph, we gave him a chance and he didn't want it. If he ends up being killed by "them", he has no one to blame but himself."
Hearing Xiong Tao's words, the Martial Artist beside him looked puzzled. Clearly, he was curious about who Xiong Tao meant by "them."
