In a hotel room, Chen Guanjie and a ghostly thin man sat facing each other.
"Uncle Ming, I didn't expect my father to personally send you to avenge me. I feel it's a bit of an overkill, as that kid is only slightly more capable than the average person," Chen Guanjie's voice was still as soft and smooth as a woman's.
Beside him, the frail man remained silent and still, almost like a corpse, radiating an icy chill.
Ming didn't speak, his entire being seemed to merge with the silent darkness, easily overlooked.
However, Chen Guanjie kept talking incessantly, "I've already arranged for someone to nauseate that guy. If Uncle Ming you make a move, that kid will definitely be scared straight away. Wouldn't that be letting him off too easy? So, let's wait until I've had enough fun taunting him, it won't be too late for you to teach him a lesson then!"
