Antone Harringfort was livid. Contrary to the smile that he was showing to Zhou Jingren, his inner self was in turmoil. He eyed his men who were assisting the six people that were bleeding on the floor before he shifted his gaze to Zhou Jingren's bloodied hands.
He never expected him to be this… malicious. Zhou Jingren must have sensed the absence of intent in his men. He must have known that they were only attacking him to test his skills. Still, he chose to punish them.
Severing their tendons without having second thoughts was something that he never expected from a man who only made Bei Tian do most of the work. The smile on his face grew wider as the anger inside him started to boil. He could practically feel his anger seep out of his ears, like a fucking boiling kettle. "He is safe." Bei Tian was not the person that he wanted to see. He is not allowed to harm him.
