Zhao Wenxiong felt that, no matter what, being among the top hundred on the assassin rankings – and not just in Great Xia, but on a global list – he deserved at least to know Chen Wei's identity, didn't he?
Knowing it, after all, wouldn't do him any good...
Zhao Wenxiong certainly didn't think that Leng Qianqian was deceiving or frightening him; he simply found it a bit hard to believe.
Chen Wei looked to be just over twenty years old; could he really be that terrifying?
Zhao Wenxiong couldn't make up his mind one way or the other, but out of respect for Leng Qianqian's words, he didn't dare to ask any further.
He might as well assume that Chen Wei was indeed some important figure with an incredible background.
He convinced himself to accept it wholeheartedly.
What else could he do?
Argue with Leng Qianqian? Zhao Wenxiong didn't have the courage for that, not even if he had the heart of a bear and the gall of a Leopard.
