"Chen Fan, what... what are you doing? Do you know where this is?" Huang Xiaodong, although coming from a influential family and more sophisticated than most of his peers, is only nineteen years old. The sight of Chen Fan's murderous expression scared him, his legs buckled, and his voice shook.
Liu Wei, ragged from Yu Xuan's assault, was lying incapacitated on the ground, while the other four followers of Huang Xiaodong were sprawled helplessly on the bed, too frightened to breathe.
Chen Fan seemed completely different; his face no longer held its customary smile. Instead, he wore a terrifying grimace, his veins bulged and his eyes blazed with a bloodthirsty light.
If Daphne had been there, she would have been extremely worried.
Because… these were the signs that Chen Fan was on the verge of losing control!
