"Describing a Demon Hunter with the symbol of the Furnace Core is the utmost rudeness!" Feng Xin sneered coldly, wiping water stains from his hands with a rag, which he then flicked across the kitchen aisle, hanging it precisely on the faucet over the sink.
"Just right."
She licked her lips and pulled out a huge curved knife from inside her trench coat, "After a full meal and drink, it's the perfect time for some action. You, the Wizard, walked right into it, so I might as well slaughter you now."
Clang~
The sharp, curved blade shimmered with flowing light under the foyer lighting.
"You!" The young boss's eyes widened with fury.
Who do you think I am? If I really wanted to use my father's Lu Jiao, I'd kill you no problem!
Lin An sighed, shook his head, stepped in front of the young boss, and faced Feng Xin, "Sister Xin, he's Lu Tingyu's son."
"What?" Feng Xin was stunned.
