Yang Fei was pushed into the villa by Xu Xingzhou.
After the driver, Wang Wenxuan, and several others entered, they closed the big door and withdrew, waiting in the car.
"Brother Xu, you handled this matter beautifully. I owe you a favor," Wang Wenxuan sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and said to Xu Xingzhou.
Before Xu Xingzhou could respond, Yang Fei walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Wang Wenxuan, saying, "Give me one."
Wang Wenxuan looked up in astonishment, staring at Yang Fei.
Wang Zhong was also surprised; he squinted at Yang Fei, who seemed to pose no threat, and couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, so you're throwing caution to the wind now that death is at your door?"
With a sigh in his heart, Xu Xingzhou thought, don't blame me, I'm also compelled by the circumstances of the martial arts world.
"What are you waiting for? I'm out of cigarettes, give me one," Yang Fei urged.
