"What are you doing? What happened?"
Lin Shiyu asked confusedly.
Her eyes carried a hint of worry as she looked at Chu Feng.
"It's nothing, you go back first!"
Chu Feng said softly, kissing Lin Shiyu on the forehead.
Then Lin Shiyu and Han Yun got into Mo Hai's car and left the place.
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded from both ends of the street.
A dark crowd of people appeared in front of Chu Feng.
These two groups blocked the street outside the hotel like a flood.
They were all dressed in black clothes and pants, holding daggers that flickered with a cold glint.
Each had a cold face, their bodies radiating a chilling and bone-piercing intent to kill.
Their eyes were cold and sharp as they stared at Chu Feng,
each looking like a God of Kill.
This group had an extraordinary aura, although not all of them were Martial Artists.
But they were clearly specially trained Death Soldier elites.
