[182] We compete fairly

But he couldn't swallow his pride...

Ye Anqi, noticing the tension in the air, spoke calmly, "Could you maybe wait until I finish eating before you start fighting or killing? I'm afraid I'll lose my appetite."

Ya Shitian snorted coldly, "Everyone out!"

Mo Shisan put away his handgun, "Yes!"

They left, and Bei Jingshen's bodyguards followed suit.

The dining room was once again left with just the three of them.

Ya Shitian had lost all desire to eat, he tossed his cutlery aside and leaned against the back of his chair.

"Let's have a talk, young master Bei."

Bei Jingshen also discarded his cutlery and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Bei Jingshen chuckled, "Of course, I want to take away my goddess."

Ya Shitian smirked wickedly, "She's my woman."

"Weren't you willing to trade her for benefits?"