The man smirked, his tone casual. "Is he your guide?"
That single question ignited Jian Ci's rage further. His jaw clenched, his fists trembling with the urge to strike. Yu Xi quickly stepped between them, pressing his palms firmly against Jian Ci's chest. "Calm down," he urged, his voice steady but firm.
Jian Ci's teeth ground together. With a sharp motion, he hurled the card back at the man. "Does he look like a fucking guide to you?" he spat, his voice vibrating with fury.
The lounge fell silent, tension thick in the air, as Yu Xi held Jian Ci back from unleashing the storm inside him.
The man, his ego bruised, finally backed down after realizing he had made a mistake. His voice was stiff but apologetic. "Oh, my apologies. I saw wrong."
Jian Ci's lips curled into a menacing smile, his tiger tooth flashing as he leaned forward. "Get your fucking eyes checked, you pervert."
