Approaching the door, Diwu Zexuan suddenly came to a stop.
"I just received news that Jiang Haoyan has personally come to America. I'm afraid this time, it won't be as easy to handle as we thought."
"I have made arrangements for this matter." Dan Hanjie's eyes tightened; his lips parted indifferently.
"I'll say it again, for a woman, it is not worth the effort to offend the Jiang Family, which could lead to endless troubles. If you are concerned about Qin Youxuan's feelings and can't bring yourself to deal with Ning Yanan, then let me handle it."
Diwu Zexuan turned around, his cold gaze filled with murderous intent.
"I said I have other arrangements," Dan Hanjie stood up, articulating each word.
The two exceptional men confronted each other at the same level, filling the air with invisible sparks.
In the quiet space, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder.
