"Get out! Now!"

"If you aren't going to fuck me I suggest you let me go... captain," he said with the last word said in a whisper deliberately. 

Luo Muchen immediately let go when he felt something poking at his thigh beneath him. "Qie Xieling, you sick bastard," he said his voice dripping with venom. 

Qie Xieling sat up and ruffled his hair before saying, "That's a first. I have never been called a sick bastard before." He got up from the ground and stood tall before him. 

Luo Muchen's eyes narrowed with anger as he glared at him his gaze dripping with hatred. The air around them crackled with tension.

Qie Xieling's face remained calm, his gaze steady as he met his seething eyes. There was a flicker of something unreadable in his expression further confusing Luo Muchen. 

Seeing him appear this calm his anger flared even brighter at Qie Xieling's audacity. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Get out! Now!" he roared.