I don't beat up cute alphas like you

He stood there with his arms crossed, looking completely unbothered. This after all had nothing to do with him, and it didn't. He wasn't the one who snitched so it was useless to glare at him.

Xiang Yu saw who Han Xin was looking at, and his anger boiled over, but he kept his cool. He took a step forward, blocking Fang Aungier's view. "Are you fighting or not?" he demanded.

Fang Aungier stepped closer, towering over Xiang Yu. He lowered his voice, making it deep and husky. "I don't beat up cute alphas like you," he said. The word "cute" could never be used to describe someone like Xiang Yu unless it came from Han Xin.

Han Xin was the only one who could call Xiang Yu that, but coming from others, it was an insult. Fang Aungier didn't sense the danger and continued digging his own pit. "How about you ask your lap dog to fight? At least the fight would be more interesting."

Xiang Yu sneered. "You want to fight him? You have to fight me first."