Especially with the bloodstained marks on his white shirt, and the splattered blood on his somber side face, he looked utterly terrifying.
"Huoda, enough!" Ye Che watched Huoda beating Qiao Xi almost senseless, crazed and unwilling to stop, and he spoke to halt him.
After all, this was Michelle's banquet, and so many Royal Aristocrats were present.
But how could Huoda listen? All he could think of was Qu Qingwei's torn clothes and swollen lips; she was almost humiliated! Almost humiliated!
Huoda flung Ye Che aside with one hand, eyes red with rage, and angrily shouted, "Fine, if it were Xia Weiyi in her place, what would you do!?"
Ye Che paused, a chill rising in his eyes: "I would kill him!"
Huoda nodded, frustratedly yanking at his tie, and like discarding trash, he threw Qiao Xi onto the lawn, casually pulling out the gun from his waist and pressing it against Qiao Xi's head.
"Fine, if that's the case, then I'll kill him!"
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