"How is it going, Mr. Chen? Those assassins…"
Ding Xie rubbed his hands together, speaking with boundless anxiety.
"Don't worry, the assassins have retreated for now, but… the matter isn't resolved yet. I believe that the people of the Priest Clan will still not let you and your daughter go."
Chen Feng said without hesitation.
"Then… Mr. Chen, what should we do?"
Upon hearing Chen Feng say that the other party hadn't given up, Ding Xie became as frantic as ants on a hot pan. He had witnessed the skills of these assassins with his own eyes, and had it not been for Chen Feng, he and his daughter would have long been dead at their hands.
"There has been some change in the situation. This time, I have to ensure not just your daughter's safety but yours as well. A Priest Clan from India dares to run rampant in our Huaxia, so I don't believe I can't take them down. They must think I, Chen … Chen Feng, am easy to mess with,"
Chen Feng nearly slipped up and quickly corrected himself.
