Xue Wei stood there, quietly watching Jiang Qi's anger, as if observing a tantrum from a child.
His gaze was as steady as water, carrying a wisdom and detachment that sees through worldly affairs.
He knew the source of Jiang Qi's fury and understood that he had lost the means to retaliate at this moment, but that did not mean he would easily succumb.
Jiang Qi's angry tirade gradually ceased. Staring at Xue Wei's unperturbed calmness only fueled his anger further, as if his wrath and disdain were striking a cotton ball, unable to deliver any substantial blow.
Xue Wei's composure brought Jiang Qi a deep sense of frustration, as if no amount of rage could disturb the inner peace of this former enemy before him.
Finally, Jiang Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Xue Wei, what's the use of pretending to be calm? You have nothing left! What can you rely on to negotiate with me? Don't think I'll be deceived by your appearance!"
