Looking at Chen Feng's respectful demeanor, it seemed that the person before him must be his last resort.
Although it was Ye Chen's first time seeing this man, he still felt a sense of familiarity upon encountering the cold Qi emanating from him.
It was the aura of a kindred spirit.
"A Caucasian?"
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, watching with interest.
In the Huaxia world, which is a forbidden land for strong fighters from the West, it's rare for Western powerhouses to venture here.
And any strong fighter who does come must abide by the local rules, the more powerful the expert, the more they respect Huaxia.
The man before Ye Chen was clearly not like the ordinary people he had encountered before; this rich Killing Intent was barely sufficient to attract Ye Chen's attention.
"Lord Carlos, this kid right here is the one. Please take him down for me," Chen Feng said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of venomous hatred.
