Dead men don't speak...

Qie Xieling wasn't the type to fight. Okay, that's a lie. He had been in a couple of fights before but they weren't unprovoked.

But right now, he really wanted to hit someone. The itch was deep in his soul and a storm was brewing but he restrained himself... well, sort of. 

"Your Highness, we don't want trouble... just come back with me," she said his voice getting softer and softer the more she spoke. It was dripping with honey making people's ears itch. 

Qie Xieling tightened his grip on Luo Muchen's arm making him glance down. He saw that Qie Xieling's knuckles had turned white from how tight his grip was. "General, you should come back in an hour. We are kind of busy here."

Bi Yu sneered as she drew her plasma sniper rifle and aimed it at him. "You actually have the fuckin audacity to speak," she said through gritted teeth. "Dead men don't speak."

Qie Xieling, "..."