Jin Yuhu's eyes carried a hint of mockery as he said, "Are you warning me?"
Su Weifeng replied indifferently, "I'm merely stating a fact."
Jin Yuhu suddenly burst into laughter, then spread his hands and said, "That's what you think, but it's not what I think. In front of me, only what I think is correct, like this one hundred million, which I consider to be Zimbabwean Dollars."
Su Weifeng nodded and said, "You're absolutely right, I think so too."
Their gazes locked, Jin Yuhu's eyes blazed with fury, and a strong aura emanated from him, an aura that he had honed bit by bit on the battlefield over the years, accumulated between life and death.
Feng Bao'er, standing next to Su Weifeng, instantly felt a strong sense of danger, her hairs on the back of her neck standing on end involuntarily as she watched Jin Yuhu with vigilant eyes.
In her heart, a thought emerged: This is an extremely dangerous person!
