"Brother Hu, are you alright?" One of the underlings nudged Brother Hu. It took him a moment to snap back from his daze, having felt an aura from Ye Chenfeng that gave him the chilling delusion of standing on the brink of an icy cavern. His spine turned cold, and he even thought he had taken a stroll through Yama's Palace.
With a savage look in his eyes that now held a hint of doubt, Brother Hu scrutinized Ye Chenfeng once more. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything special about Ye Chenfeng—it was just a pale-faced weakling! Having mixed in the trade market for so many years, Brother Hu simply couldn't believe that he'd capsize in a gutter. He convinced himself that what he felt was merely an illusion and had nothing to do with the pale-faced kid in front of him.
