Zhao Li stared at Chen Feng, unsure whether he was joking or serious.
"You... what is your name again?"
"Chen Feng."
"Chen Feng, the experts by Yang Yu's side were all hired by him for a huge sum. They're from the God Realm and very powerful. Are you sure you can handle them?" Zhao Li looked at Chen Feng.
"Just tell me, do you now want to get the money back, kill Yang Yu, or both get the money back and kill Yang Yu? As long as you say it, I should be able to do it," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"If possible, I want to get the money back first, then gradually bankrupt his pride and joy, his company, making him fall from grace and end up destitute, to taste the flavor of despair, and then finally kill him," Zhao Li said through gritted teeth.
Chen Feng was astonished.
To drive Zhao Li to such hatred, it seemed that Yang Yu truly had hurt her deeply.
"Fine, I promise you. You bring me to Yang Yu tomorrow," Chen Feng said.
