Chapter 464 - Writing an Apology Letter

Chapter 464: Writing an Apology Letter

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The thin man raised his cup of tea, a faint smile on his face. "Come, let me toast to you, Old Jia, with tea in place of wine. Here's to a pleasant partnership," he said.

"To a pleasant partnership!"

Jia Zhengyi raised his teacup as well, breaking out into boisterous laughter.

Their teacups clinked in the air, and then they both tilted their heads back, downing the tea in one go as if they were drinking wine.

But when they put their teacups down, they got the shock of their lives! They both shrieked in fright and fell off their seats for, out of nowhere, someone had suddenly appeared sitting in the chair beside them. It could only have occurred when they tilted their heads back to drink their tea, yet there wasn't a sound or sign that pointed towards how this person could've appeared so suddenly.

"You…who are you?" Jia Zhengyi asked, choking on his spit as he tried to repress the fear rising within him.

The person was dressed in white, and the collar of his shirt was slightly open. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow to reveal tanned skin. There were depth and divinity in his eyes, and his nose bridge was high; his eyebrows were long and willowy. He was blessed with a handsome face, and his charming, yet aloof countenance had an evil yet cold air to it.

And who was this, if not Xiao Luo!

He moved about with no concern for the others, turning over an inverted teacup and filling it with tea. He looked to Jia Zhengyi with a blank face, then slowly savored his tea. As he looked at Jia Zhengyi, he said, "This is Pu'er tea. You're quite good at enjoying the finer things in life, huh, Jia Zhengyi. Pu'er has the effect of lowering fat levels in your blood, weight-loss, inhibiting bad bacteria, aiding in digestion, as well as to warm your stomach. This tea seems to have been tailor-made for you."

The thin man felt an invisible bout of oppressive force hit him from Xiao Luo's calm and collected demeanor. He chose to remain on the ground where he fell, not daring to move in the least.

Jia Zhengyi was both frightened and enraged. This was his home, and a stranger had suddenly barged in, drinking his tea as if he owned the place. Fury overcame fear as he picked himself up from the floor, whipped out his phone, and screamed, "Who the hell are you? This is my home; how did you get in here? Tell me, or I'll call the police!"

"Don't get all riled up. Sit down, and let's have a chat!" Xiao Luo said, gesturing with his hand.

Jia Zhengyi was infuriated and shouted, "What the f*ck are you doing treating me like I'm your dog? Listen—"

Whoosh~

The teacup Xiao Luo was holding suddenly flew from his hand and smashed into Jia Zhengyi's kneecap with a bone-shattering crack. Jia Zhengyi instantly dropped to the floor, crashing knee first onto the floor. He let out a scream from the excruciating pain, and his phone clattered to the ground.

At the sight of this, the thin man gasped in fright. In a panic, he picked himself up and dashed toward the front, scrambling off without a care for anything else.

"Hmm~"

Xiao Luo extended his hand as if grabbing at thin air.

Suddenly, the thin man felt a powerful force pulling him back. Before he could even react, he felt a strong hand grasping him on firmly to the scruff of his neck, and was instantly dragged back to where he had been earlier. He was unceremoniously dumped, butt-first, and the overwhelming pain caused him to squeal like a pig at slaughter.

Grabbing something through the air?!

Jia Zhengyi's eyes widened as he stared at Xiao Luo in abject fear.

Did this man know sorcery?

Jia Zhengyi could not think clearly as a chill ran down his spine, and his hair stood on ends.

Xiao Luo squinted at the thin man with an evil glint in his eyes. "Did I say you could leave?" he asked, as he casually poured himself another cup of Pu'er tea.

The thin man kneeled on the ground for a few beats before his face scrunched up, and he wept unashamedly. "Hey man… oh, no, I mean, Big Brother. Your issue is with Jia Zhengyi; it's nothing to do with me. Just… just treat me as if I'm nothing and let me be," he cried.

Upon hearing these words, Jia Zhengyi was so incensed that he spat at the thin man. "Scaredy-cat, bloody coward!" he hissed.

"What do you know? This is what it's like to keep up with current affairs. This Big Brother here obviously isn't a regular person, and killing us will probably be like squashing a couple of ants to him. You offending him is your own problem to deal with, and I have no wish to be buried beside you," the thin man retorted, immediately distancing himself from Jia Zhengyi—he was the kind of person that people referred to when they say "all smiles one second and treacherous the next."

"Quiet!" Xiao Luo bellowed.

"Good man… err, Big Brother," the thin man responded.

The corner of Xiao Luo's lips curled up into an evil smirk, and his assessment of the thin man was that it was always better to deal with an honest villain than a hypocrite.

"Thank you for the kind words, Big Brother," the thin man gushed.

"I told you to keep quiet just now. Why are you disregarding my words?"

Xiao Luo's expression changed, and his face cracked a cold, heartless smile. The thin man froze, and before he even knew it, Xiao Luo mercilessly shoved the teacup he was holding into the thin man's mouth.

The ceramic cup and smashed into the thin man's front teeth and shattered into numerous razor-sharp fragments. The pieces tore through his mouth with several reaching his throat, and as the thin man swallowed involuntarily, the shards lodged in his throat.

"Ah…Ack…Hurh…"

The thin man squirmed on the ground in pain, grunting with a mouth full of blood. He could not say anything for quite a while, as he had a finger in his throat attempting to dislodge the fragments.

This scene filled Jia Zhengyi with fear, and he was sweating bullets. This was just too cruel and terrifying. He hurriedly turned to look at Xiao Luo but what he saw frightened him—for Xiao Luo now looked no different from a demon.

"You…just who are you? H-have I offended you somehow?" he whimpered, his voice was trembling as he humbly lowered his body as far as he could go.

Xiao Luo glared at Jia Zhengyi and said nothing else. He extended his hand again and grabbed at the air, and Jia Zhengyi's mobile flew through the air into his hand. Ominously, Xiao Luo placed it in front of the man. "Open up Weibo and write up an apology to Su Li!" he barked.

Su Li?!

Jia Zhengyi was so shocked that all the blood drained from his face. "Y-you were sent by her?"

Xiao Luo was running out of patience at this point and was becoming agitated. He yanked Jia Zhengyi up by his hair and dragged him down towards the tea table, before slamming his head on the tabletop and holding him there.

BANG!

Jia Zhengyi reeled from the impact as forehead smashed violently on the tea table, as the sturdy wood it was made of was much denser than a human skull. Jia Zhengyi's head was bleeding profusely, and his glasses shattered instantly.

"Do as I say. You have no right to question me, do you understand?" Xiao Luo growled as he maintained a firm grip over the man's hair, dragging Jia Zhengyi's face across the tabletop and closer to him.

Jia Zhengyi's face was covered in blood, and his head felt light. He was so frightened that all he could do was nod. "Understand, I understand…" he cried.

At this moment, he did not even have the energy to cry. The court's subpoena had not even been served yet, but such a ruthless executioner had already been dispatched. Undoubtedly, he would very much rather have dealt with a warrant than a scary person like this. At this time, Jia Zhengyi was terrified and began to wonder if Su Li came from such an exceptional and complex background. Not only could she hire a super hacker, but she could also summon a monster like this.

"You used to run a talk show, so you're probably good with words, no? Put that talent of yours to good use and write this apology well. Make sure that it's moving and touching. It has to move me, at least," Xiao Luo said. He spoke matter-of-factly, making the demand with a blank face, and then went back to leisurely sipping his tea.

Jia Zhengyi took his phone. Obviously, he did not dare to call the police. This man, right in front of his eyes, was a vicious person. If he even tried to call the police, he would be walking a path to death. He opened up his Weibo page and started clicking on his screen, sincerely penning his apology letter.