Li Shun looked at him with slightly furrowed brows and said, "I don't understand what conflict exists between you and Sun Weiren, but I'd advise you not to provoke such a mad dog unnecessarily."
"Sun Weiren isn't scary, but the Buddha Lord on the other hand..."
At this point, he stopped talking timely and sighed deeply.
Yang Fei remembered what Sun Weiren had done to Sister Xueyi, snorted softly, and said indifferently, "I'm just an odd-job man at a hotel, I don't deal with the affairs of the Underworld; but if anyone dares to mess with Lanting Hotel, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Upon hearing this, Li Shun gave a bitter smile, said lightly, "In the Mortal World, the older you get, the more cowardly you become. Seven years ago, when I arrived in Yannan, I was also as spirited and bold as you are now, but later..."
At this point, he touched the knife scar on his face, which, although faded, was long, stretching from his cheek to his neck.
