Chapter 12 The Wounds on the Body
12: Chapter 12 The Wounds on the Body
12 -12 The Wounds on the Body
Tang Su covered her mouth to barely suppress a scream, because she saw Ye Tian’s body was densely covered with scars—some were long, others dot-shaped, red, purple, a spectrum of colors that marked the age of the scars, and varying shapes that indicated the different causes of injury.
The three privileged young masters on the other side were equally stunned; they had seen people get chopped, fights break out, but never such a body, brimming with explosive tendon muscles, just like those of Bruce Lee.
Ye Tian stood there quietly, holding the two halves of the torn work uniform in one hand, silent as an unshakable mountain.
Lin Cheng paused for a moment, then picked up a cup of liquor from the table and drained it in one shot, then said, “The way to drink today’s liquor, is not like this…”
With a “bang!” a muffled explosion, everyone turned their heads to see that Ye Tian was holding a bottle of vodka, missing a chunk, in one hand, and his other hand, dripping blood.
The sharp edge of the bottle had been forcefully cleaved by his palm.
Ye Tian’s voice was bell-like, yet solid as a rock, “Young Master Lin, I drank this drink on behalf of Manager Tang.
Matters between men should be settled by men, dragging women into this only makes one a coward.” After speaking, he looked up and drank.
The liquor Lin Cheng had called for was sixty-proof vodka, distilled four times and quite strong, but Ye Tian didn’t hesitate for an instant.
Tang Su watched the man who had always stood in front of her, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and within a moment, he had finished the entire bottle without leaving a drop.