At this moment, Lin Churan was somewhat worried and whispered, "Can you beat this guy? He looks very confident, not like an ordinary grandmaster..."
Chen Feng did not speak, but simply gestured an OK sign to her.
"Kid, even though I don't know where your confidence comes from, I still admire your courage," said Chen Jiuyang, nodding his approval from across the way.
"However, just because I admire you, doesn't mean I will show you any mercy."
Having said that, Chen Jiuyang's aura peaked, and he stood there like a solitary peak that stood tall and independent from the world.
Just as they were about to clash.
Suddenly, the phone of Nie Bo, who was standing by Chen Jiuyang's side, rang. He pressed the answer button, listened to what the caller had to say, and then shouted angrily, "Damn it, if Wu Qingtian is dead, he's dead. What the hell does it have to do with me? I'm damn busy right now! Hanging up!"
