Gao Xufan's forehead was covered in sweat, beads forming and sliding down his temples. His collar felt tight and suffocating.
He didn't dare wipe the sweat.
Not even dared to move too much.
"Mayor Gao," Ye Chen spoke casually, as if starting a friendly conversation, "you really surprised me."
His lips curved into a faint smile.
"I thought you were going to reject me again."
The tone was light, almost like teasing a close buddy.
But Gao Xufan's heart skipped a beat.
"N-No, Mr Ye… how could I dare?" he said quickly, his voice slightly hoarse.
His eyes flickered around the room for a split second and immediately regretted it.
Around them, several men stood silently.
Some leaned against the walls. Some held weapons without bothering to hide them.
Their gazes were cold, filled with a bloodlust that might devour him at any moment.
Gao Xufan felt as if he was standing in the middle of a pack of wolves.
