Inside the villa, only after all of Hatoyama Kiichi's men had withdrawn, did the red dot hovering around his brow finally disappear.
Only then did Hatoyama Kiichi dare to exhale heavily, his back already soaked in cold sweat. He wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead and walked over to sit on a stone bench nearby.
"Mr. Qi..." Hatoyama Kiichi licked his dry lips, breaking the silence first, with a significant air of flattery in his tone, "Earlier my men were reckless and offended you, I apologize to you."
As a congressional member and the future sect leader of the Hatoyama Clan, he was long accustomed to the reverence and flattery of others, when had he ever been so humble?
But the situation was beyond his control now, and he didn't dare to gamble on whether Qi Yun had the guts to kill him...
