Yang Fei's heart gave a shiver, knowing something must have happened up ahead.
The mixed-race beauty, Huo Ran, rose swiftly from a half-kneeling position.
She didn't appear panicked; instead, her pretty face radiated intense murderous intent.
"They've indeed come. I'll show them what Lady Feijin is made of."
Speaking, she drew two Desert Eagles from the holsters at her knees.
Then, Lady Feijin leaped out of the vehicle.
"Kid, take care of yourself and don't come out to die!"
Outside the canvas of the car, came the mixed-race beauty's voice.
By the end of her speech, her voice had become extremely distant.
"Lady Feijin? Interesting."
A mischievous smile appeared on Yang Fei's face.
Yang Fei had performed multiple missions abroad.
He was somewhat familiar with the famous figures from various chaotic regions.
Chaotic regions are characterized by armed factions, a complete mess without any discernible order.
However, those who are familiar with the Underworld.
