At this moment, Ye Fan's pride as a man of the upper class was utterly shattered. He had always held an unshakable faith in brotherhood, but Xu Ke had just slapped him ruthlessly across the face. A slap that plunged him straight into hell.
"I wasn't trying to deliver a psychological deathblow," Xu Ke sneered. "I just wanted to show you how filthy your circle really is."
Ye Fan laughed maniacally, his eyes blood-red, but he said nothing more. He had no grounds to say anything to Xu Ke anymore.
Xu Ke stood up, looking down at Ye Fan. "Alright, let me send you on your way. Go meet your fourth brother."
At that moment, Ye Fan no longer had his usual spirited and ambitious air. A pool of his own blood was forming beneath him, a wretched sight.
Ye Fan looked up at Xu Ke. "Tell me, when did he decide to move against me?"
"A long time ago," Xu Ke said coolly.
Ye Fan gave a miserable smile. "Xu Ke, you've won... hahaha."
