852: Chapter 841: I’m Going to Kill You!
852: Chapter 841: I’m Going to Kill You!
The hotel elevator doors opened, revealing Gerwood’s face, contorted with anger.
Standing before him was the last person he wanted to see—Teng Yun’s butler, Fei Peilie.
His appearance at this moment was nothing less than a colossal mockery for Gerwood.
It was as if Fei Peilie had come intentionally to ridicule him, igniting a barely containable inferno of fury within Gerwood.
Fei Peilie’s timing couldn’t have been worse; not only that, his tone made Gerwood utterly detest him.
It seemed like concern, but in reality, it was just a deliberate jab at Gerwood’s failed mission.
For the first time, Gerwood found Fei Peilie truly loathsome.
He almost lost the last shred of composure and hurled curses at him right then and there.
“Fei Peilie, aren’t you staying on the upper floor?”
Gerwood recalled that Fei Peilie and Teng Yun had a suite upstairs and shouldn’t be here at all.
Stepping out of the elevator, Gerwood glared coldly at Fei Peilie.
The malice in Fei Peilie’s gaze was undeniable, confirming Gerwood’s suspicion—this man had come intentionally.
Fei Peilie smirked slightly and explained, “I’m just wandering around here, that’s all…”
Wandering around?
Gerwood scoffed inwardly at the excuse.
He didn’t believe for a second that Fei Peilie was “just wandering.” What would he even wander around this floor for?
Wouldn’t it make more sense to go downstairs?
Fei Peilie’s words lacked all credibility in Gerwood’s ears.
But Fei Peilie didn’t care whether Gerwood believed him or not.
All that mattered was that he was thoroughly enjoying Gerwood’s current disheveled state.
This was a moment of pure delight, a rare pleasure in life—to see his long-time rival so defeated.
It filled Fei Peilie’s heart with glee.
“Look at you.
What happened?
So pathetic.
Don’t tell me you took a detour through the pig pen.
I seem to recall your mission here was related to Asura, wasn’t it?”
Taking stock of Gerwood’s appearance, Fei Peilie easily deduced what he had gone through.
The mission had undoubtedly ended in failure; otherwise, he wouldn’t look like this.
His deliberate words were calculated to taunt Gerwood for his bedraggled state.
Fei Peilie’s feigned puzzlement only added to Gerwood’s growing disgust.
Gerwood’s earlier battle with Ning Fan had left him bruised and injured, and his shabby appearance wasn’t surprising.
But to Fei Peilie, it was as if Gerwood had rolled through a pigsty.
If Fei Peilie weren’t so adept with words, Gerwood might have taken the comment as a joke.
But to him, Fei Peilie’s behavior was simply outrageous!
Fuming, Gerwood kept silent, but if looks could kill, Fei Peilie would have died countless times under his glare.
Noting Gerwood’s expression, Fei Peilie chuckled dryly and said, “I’m merely concerned about you.
Look at yourself—why so worked up?
Can’t take a little joke?”
Feigning indignation, Fei Peilie acted as though he were the victim, as though he was the one being wronged.
His shameless attitude only fueled Gerwood’s rage.
“Fei Peilie, if this is intentional, we can settle it right here.
If you lose, you’ll kneel and apologize to me!”
Gerwood glared at Fei Peilie with a fury that made it clear he was ready to fight at a moment’s notice.
But Fei Peilie was unaffected by Gerwood’s provocations.
The angrier Gerwood became, the more certain Fei Peilie felt that he had hit a sore spot.
As Gerwood’s “good buddy,” Fei Peilie certainly wouldn’t kick him while he was down.
Instead, he offered some “words of comfort”: “Gerwood, this might have been a failure, but there’s always next time.
And even if the next time fails, there’s still a time after that.
As long as you return safely each time like today, you’ll always have infinite opportunities!”
Comfort?
Gerwood stared wide-eyed, flames of rage burning in his gaze!
Fei Peilie’s words were clearly another thinly veiled insult.
This wasn’t comfort—it was like pointing at his nose and calling him a coward, telling him that survival through retreat was the way to go.
Granted, today’s retreat was indeed necessary, but to Gerwood’s pride, it was an unbearable insult.
That Fei Peilie would twist the knife and mock him for it was nothing short of unforgivable—a humiliation deeper than death!
“Fei Peilie, you’re purposely picking a fight, aren’t you?!”
Gerwood seized Fei Peilie’s collar, his teeth gritted and expression grotesque.
He’d reached his breaking point, and if Fei Peilie dared to anger him further, Gerwood swore Fei Peilie would regret it for the rest of his life.
However, being the clever man he was, Fei Peilie understood when to back off.
He knew Gerwood was a keg of gunpowder one spark away from exploding.
To keep pushing now would only result in unnecessary trouble.
Getting into a conflict with Gerwood right now wouldn’t benefit him.
Fei Peilie broke free from Gerwood’s grasp, offering a sly, silent smile.
But to Gerwood, even that smile was an unbearable taunt.
Thankfully, it wasn’t enough to push him completely over the edge; Gerwood managed to suppress the simmering flames within him.
Fei Peilie noticed Gerwood’s restraint, his lips curling with an imperceptible smirk while maintaining a faintly polite facade.
“I’ll head upstairs now.
Make sure to rest well, alright?”
Fei Peilie patted Gerwood’s shoulder, then pressed the elevator button and vanished from view.
“Fei Peilie!!!!”
Gerwood roared, turning to face the elevator doors as they began to close.
Through the narrowest of remaining gaps, he caught the final shred of Fei Peilie’s gleaming mockery.
That sneer was the match that lit the fire within Gerwood.
He punched the elevator doors, smashing them open, and charged inside, his fist aimed straight for Fei Peilie.
“Gerwood, are you insane?!”
Fei Peilie’s expression shifted drastically as it dawned on him that Gerwood had actually sprung into action.
For a moment, frozen in disbelief, Fei Peilie nearly forgot to defend himself.
“Fei Peilie, I’ll kill you!”
Gerwood’s rage had completely erupted.
What had once seemed trivial was now blown out of proportion by Fei Peilie’s repeated provocations.
There was no longer space for restraint; Gerwood wanted nothing more than to save face by beating Fei Peilie.
“Did you really think I’d be scared of you?!”