Chapter 222: Are You Courting Death_1

Xu Zhiye lay on the ground, feeling like all his bones were about to fall apart, the pain was so clear and familiar.

With a "puh," he spat out a mouthful of blood, then raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and began to chuckle with a hum.

The upward curve of his lips displayed such contempt and disdain, as if he had not taken Ye Che's warning to heart at all.

Ye Che was immediately annoyed by Xu Zhiye's lukewarm attitude, rushed to the sofa, grabbed a specially made long iron golf club from the side, and walked up to Xu Zhiye.

Ye Che elegantly and leisurely raised the iron club high up, aiming it straight, 180 degrees, at Xu Zhiye's forehead, and brought it crashing down.

Xia Weiyi furrowed her brows; she knew Ye Che well and understood that in his fury, he was capable of anything. Thus, she struggled in the bodyguard's grips for a moment, wanting to rush forward to stop Ye Che.