Weren't you just being arrogant and rampant, cursing Ye Qiu and Housekeeper Eugene as bastards, and saying you'd kill them and bury them in the Vineyard as fertilizer? Now Ye Qiu pressed the cigar the other guy was smoking right onto the guy's suit on the chest, burning a hole. When it was almost burning his flabby chest, the guy quickly begged for mercy.
"W-what do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I just want to know, who did you sell the stolen oil painting 'Wine Tasting' to?"
"I really don't know, I didn't do it."
Didn't do it?
Ye Qiu gave him another hard kick, knocking him to the ground. As he was about to press the cigar onto the man's neck, the man screamed in pain.
Housekeeper Eugene, watching from the side, also felt a pang of sympathy. He had always thought of Ye Qiu as cultured and talented, but now he realized this young master was not as simple as he seemed.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk."
The other guy hurriedly begged for mercy.
