"You—" Li Zhi's forehead throbbed in anger.
"What's wrong, Captain Li?" He Juan arched a perfect brow and questioned in a seemingly innocent tone. "Surely that can't be too difficult for you, can it? Or are you implying that your officer is unable to maintain a professional attitude when facing—"
"Fine!" Li Zhi cut him off with a growl. "Fuck, we agree to your condition! If you can't fulfill your part of the deal, you're dead meat!" he glared daggers at He Juan before tapping on his earpiece. "You heard him. Get Officer Mu here— what?!" He must have heard something shocking from the other side because his eyes went as wide as saucers. Then he redirected his glare to He Juan, this time more intense as though He Juan had murdered his entire family and wore their heads around his waist like a belt.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he hissed sharply.
