Fu Mingyu's eyes narrowed, and Wan Jie cried out bitterly once more, "Third Young Master, must you truly chase me down and destroy me for Wen Nuan?"
"Chase you down and destroy you?"
The words were icy, and Fu Mingyu looked at Wan Jie as if he were looking at a dead person.
"You should thank her. If it wasn't for her saying that less trouble is better, do you really think you could still be standing here unscathed?"
Ignoring the blood still dripping down Wan Jie's neck, Fu Mingyu said harshly, "Why can you plot against others and get away with it, but when you lose, others must forgive you out of pity? Has no one taught you that making mistakes comes with a price?"
His gaze swept over the security guards with troubled faces, unsure whether to approach, and Fu Mingyu waved his hand.
In the next moment, the security guards retreated into the doormen's room like rabbits, locking the doors and windows tightly. Wan Jie's heart sank immediately.
