Two hours later, inside the hotel.
Xiahou Yi finally arrived, seething with murderous intent.
Sheng Siyuan heard it, but he stayed in Chu Fengcheng's room without moving; instead, he got up and poured himself a glass of red wine, drinking it nonchalantly.
"All of you, get out!"
When Xiahou Yi entered, he saw the people in the room and burst out in a furious shout, his entire being emanating deadly seriousness.
At the sound of his roar, Chu Fengcheng obediently rolled out.
The others did the same.
In the room, only Sheng Siyuan and this old man were left.
Technically, this was their second meeting, but who could have imagined that in just one short month, their relationship would undergo such an earth-shattering change.
"You want to kill me, don't you?" Sheng Siyuan felt the oppressive aura of death looming over him from behind.
He turned around and put down the wine glass in his hand.
"Draw your gun," he said, looking calmly at the elder.
