With a single wave of Chen Feng's hand, just like a god and devil descending, Wang Chen had never seen such terrifying and bizarre powers. With fear gripping him, he urinated and began to tremble, pleading, "Brother, don't... don't kill me."
"So, if you say not to kill you, should I just not do it? Then, wouldn't I look quite incompetent?"
Chen Feng stepped slowly towards Wang Chen.
Wang Chen's scalp tingled, all his arrogance vanished. He sank onto his knees, begging pitifully, "I have a lot of money, brother. I was wrong, I realize my mistake. You name the price, I am willing to pay whatever you ask."
"All I want is your life."
Chen Feng's eyes were cold.
Under the heavens, no one can harm Ye Qingqing.
For those who dare harbor ill intentions towards Ye Qingqing, there is only one road— the path of death.
