"You... you stay back, if you dare touch me, beware my dad will get the strongest assassin to take you out." Seeing Ye Feng approaching step by step with a sinister smile, Zhang Jun was scared and trembled as he backed away, threatening.
"Weren't you quite arrogant before? Come, let's talk about life, talk about dreams, why be so frightened?" Ye Feng laughed, gestured with his fingers dismissively, and said with a smile.
"No... I don't want to." Zhang Jun was not that foolish; he did not believe Ye Feng really wanted to talk about life or dreams.
"If you don't come here, I will come there." Ye Feng grew impatient and slowly walked toward Zhang Jun.
In Zhang Jun's mind, Ye Feng was a god of death at that moment, a god of death who could eliminate him with a mere gesture; he must run, run fast, or else he had no sense of security.
With fear in his heart, Zhang Jun turned and ran; he only wanted to get as far away from Ye Feng, the demon, as possible.
