Can it really be done this way?
Suddenly, Su Jie was furious, feeling as if he was about to explode.
"Bastard, bastard!"
In his anger, Su Jie raged: "Ye Xuan, you're dead, you're finished! Even if the King himself comes, he won't be able to save you!"
"If I can't be saved, so be it. I don't want to live anyway."
Ye Xuan shrugged indifferently, lit a cigarette, and smoked leisurely, his face full of relaxation.
His demeanor was just like someone who had given up on treatment.
Su Jie's face was grim, his whole face almost twisted, glaring angrily at Ye Xuan. If his legs weren't broken, he would definitely fight Ye Xuan to the death.
This brat was too strange, as if he were like cotton, ignoring Su Jie's rage, seemingly mocking him from the depths of his heart!
Just you wait, you'll see!
...
An hour, not too fast, not too slow.
It's relative.
For Su Jie and the severely injured, even one minute felt as long as a year.
