"Gentlemen, please send my regards to Satan."
In the quiet study, Chen Fan's voice sounded exceptionally grating.
"Who are you?" Totti, the number two man in the Lucches Family, asked with a hint of fear, while covertly reaching for the drawer under the desk, trying to pull out a pistol.
"Are you the Butcher... Butcher?"
Different from Totti, Desailly had spoken with Chen Fan on the day he arrived in New York and had Chen Fan's voice etched in his memory; upon hearing Chen Fan's words, he instinctively asked.
The Butcher... Butcher?!
Totti, who originally was reaching for his gun in secret, was shocked by Desailly's words. He stared at the disguised Chen Fan with a horrified face, and his movements ceased.
"Desailly, I've said before, you and your family don't need to exist." Chen Fan looked at the two men with a mocking gaze, "Hmm, you're going to die earlier than I had planned."
"Whoosh!"
