The street was silent, and the wind was chilling.
Ye Qingqing was nestled in Chen Feng's arms, her lips curling into a faint smile of happiness.
Chen Feng was smiling too, but his smile was tinged with a hint of murderous intent.
Because he sensed from the dark corners of the street, dozens of icy, murderous intent ready to burst out at any moment.
"Qingqing, you might see some things that might upset you. If you're scared, just close your eyes."
Chen Feng spoke softly.
"Huh?"
Ye Qingqing looked at Chen Feng with puzzled eyes.
Chen Feng placed Ye Qingqing down, saying, "It might be people from the Meng Family coming."
"Should we…"
"Chen Feng, your death is near." A doomful voice interrupted Ye Qingqing's words.
Following that, from the shadows, a middle-aged man dressed in a black trench coat, emanating a killing intent, came out with thirteen men in black.
"Who are you to Meng You?" Chen Feng asked indifferently.
