The people below buzzed with discussion. For a moment, they said everything, but that was just talk. Deep down, everyone shared the same thought: Ling Zhenfei was incredibly powerful, simply a monster.
Zhou Jian's lips curved into a smile. He originally wanted to see if the four men could force Ling Zhenfei to reveal his trump cards, but it turned out they were hardly worth mentioning. He suddenly remembered the night he had brought a group of his underlings to intercept Ling Zhenfei but had only held out for a while. It must have been because Ling Zhenfei had shown mercy; otherwise, it would have been very ugly.
"Boss, impressive. I, Cheng Kun, was petty just now. With someone as powerful as you, what's so great about the Three Killers Club?"
Cheng Kun directly addressed him as "Boss," a stark change in attitude. He was that kind of person—blunt and straightforward. Once he truly respected someone, he was absolutely devoted.
