Facing the ominous gun muzzle, Xu Ke's face showed not a hint of panic, not even the slightest change in heartbeat. Yet, he felt the small hand he was holding had become somewhat cold, with cold sweat appearing in their intertwined palms.
Xu Ke's heart softened for a moment, and he felt a brief pang of regret, regretting having agreed to her request to bring her here.
"I still stand by what I said, I disagree with your previous arrangement. However, I can work for you. I don't think those two people deserve my position. What I can achieve, they may not. There's no comparison between them and me," Xu Ke said with a proud expression. This arrogance made him appear much more vibrant than before, but also more foolish, like someone with his head in the clouds and lacking depth.
Xu Ke's words eased the previously tense atmosphere significantly, even making K's previously cold face warm as spring.
