Chu Qianli and Fu Ning's gazes simultaneously fell on Feng Qihe's arm.
The spot was now tightly grasped by Gui Tong.
Although Gui Tong's face bore a smile, his eyes were clearly filled with coldness.
The five fingers clutching Feng Qihe's arm instantly tightened.
Such force was both heavy and ruthless!
He suspected that the man in black who came here tonight was Feng Qihe!
At that time, the arm of the man in black had been wounded by his blade wind, exactly where he now held it.
If the man in black really was Feng Qihe, then what Gui Tong held now was the injured spot.
How painful must such vicious force be?
Any normal person would cry out in pain!
But Feng Qihe did not.
He turned around to look at Gui Tong, glanced down at the hand that Gui Tong grasped, and his brows slightly furrowed, "What do you mean by this, Lord Gui Tong? Aren't you being a bit presumptuous?"
His words gradually took on a hint of displeasure.
