"I don't admit it," Wang Donghai said, forcing down the nausea from his dizziness.
"Very good, I like people who are stubborn like you," Xu Ke laughed out loud, his voice as elegant as a cello, causing the two lackeys beside Wang Donghai to shudder suddenly. They were like two quails, hanging their heads low. Xu Ke knew that their gazes towards him must be filled with hatred, and in their hearts, they probably wished they could flay and dismember him, but they had no choice but to endure as they stood there.
Thinking of this, Xu Ke's smile became even more pleasant, even carrying a touch of gracefulness. But the actions of his hands were far from graceful as he pressed Wang Donghai's head, repeatedly pounding it on the floor. Each thud was solid, not a single hollow sound, the dull thuds making everyone's hearts turn cold. But Xu Ke's actions showed no sign of stopping, as if what he was slamming onto the ground was not a person's head but a ball.
