Qiu Feng took a sip of his tea, slammed the cup down hard on the table, his face etched with a thick, undisguised murderous aura.
He hadn't expected Su Han to be so audacious, daring to outright refuse him and not taking him seriously at all.
His own approach had become a source of embarrassment.
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Qiu Feng snorted coldly.
As two shadows departed, they vanished as if they had never existed—in the twelve Hongmen branches overseas, Snake Hall had a long history and was among the strongest, boasting of masters no other branches could compare with.
The two men Qiu Feng had brought were sent by the old Hall Master to protect him, and they were strong.
In Qiu Feng's eyes, with two Grandmaster Level masters taking action, Su Han had no chance of surviving!
Su Han left with Qiao Yuman, his expression gradually turning colder.
He was still holding his cell phone, having just received a call back from Zhen Yong.
