After rejecting my celebrity husband

"Don’t you think you’re too confident?" Leng Zimo turned his head slightly, looking behind him, his eyes brightened, "Zirui..."

Luo Ke instinctively turned his head to look, and in that distracted moment, Leng Zimo raised his hand to grab his wrist holding the gun and struck forcefully.

Bang!

Luo Ke’s wrist knocked against the table corner, the handgun slipped painfully from his grip.

Leng Zimo threw a punch with his raised hand, Luo Ke dodged sideways, Leng Zimo turned to grab the gun on the table, but Luo Ke abruptly kicked the table, tilting it, causing the gun to slide off, Leng Zimo grabbed into thin air.

Luo Ke flicked his toe, aiming a kick at his face.

Raising his arm to block the foot, Leng Zimo unhesitatingly punched again, and Luo Ke stepped back.

Leng Zimo swiftly drew a dagger from his body, while Luo Ke coldly smiled, clutching tightly, a fang appeared on his ring.

Outside the window, dusk had fallen, the incandescent light reflecting off their knives and rings, flashing coldly.

"This time, I’ll make you sincerely admit defeat."

Luo Ke gritted his teeth, whispered, and stepped forward, hooked a chair, and smashed it at Leng Zimo as he charged forward.

Leng Zimo jumped away, the chair crashing onto the monitor, which exploded loudly.

As the chair fell to the ground, Leng Zimo already charged forward, stabbing his dagger towards Luo Ke.

Luo Ke turned his face, but was a bit slow to evade, the blade tip sliced across his face, instantly leaving a bloodied inch-long cut.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the pain on his face, Luo Ke cursed lowly and rushed at Leng Zimo once more.

The two men, without guns, exchanged blows relentlessly, sparring aggressively.

Each one wanted to kill the other.

Leng Zimo was also aware of the danger of the ring on his hand, cautiously dodging.

During their fight, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

The Butler rushed in with two bodyguards, hearing the footsteps behind him, Luo Ke immediately jumped aside.

"Shoot him, kill him!"

The group raised their guns and aimed.

Leng Zimo took a big leap over the overturned table, soared up, and crashed into the window.

With a crack, the glass shattered, and he fell out with the broken glass, gunshots rang out, hitting the glass and door frame, making a piercing sound.

Luo Ke bent down, grabbing the gun that had previously fallen on the ground, rushed forward, aiming down the window.

Leng Zimo had already got up from the grass and hid in the woods behind the window.

"Go and kill him for me!"

Luo Ke fired several shots through the window but missed the target, frustrated he shouted the command.

Several bodyguards immediately turned and ran downstairs to chase Leng Zimo.

The Butler approached Luo Ke from behind, "Sir, the plane is ready, we must leave here, otherwise the police should arrive quickly..."

"Shut up!" Luo Ke interrupted angrily, grabbing his collar, "I want to watch them both die with my own eyes!"

This pair of brothers nearly killed him; without seeing them fall with his own eyes, how could Luo Ke be satisfied?

Looking at the poison fang pointed upwards on his finger, the Butler stiffly drew his face back in fear that the fang would touch him, "Okay, okay, yes, sir!"

Pushing the Butler aside, Luo Ke rushed downstairs, the Butler dared not delay, hurriedly following him.

Charging into the weapons room, Luo Ke grabbed a semi-automatic rifle from the gun rack and quickly rushed out, heading to the woods behind the building.