The Green Snake, who had been lying in ambush at the corner of the road, saw that Chen Dashan and his companion were unharmed and still intending to leave.
Immediately, he waved his hand.
More than twenty assassins hidden around them rose up and converged toward Chen Dashan.
"Wait!"
"Did I say you could leave?"
A voice devoid of any warmth or emotion echoed. Chen Dashan turned to see a man with shoulder-length hair followed by a group of ferocious-looking thugs, slowly walking toward him.
The long-haired man leading them appeared to be around thirty years old, surrounded by an aura of deathly stillness.
His gaze was as placid as still water, calmly fixed on Chen Dashan.
When Wu Hongling beside Chen Dashan saw the man clearly, her pupils contracted: "Green Snake?"
"It's you?"
Chen Dashan squinted slightly, not knowing who Green Snake was, but from Wu Hongling's tone, it seemed to be a formidable figure.
"Wu Hongling, you still remember me?"
