Han Li had long been a known figure in Huacheng; when he had begun to make a name for himself in Huacheng, Li Feng was still being nursed by women. Although he acknowledged Li Feng's excellence, with new waves pushing the old, being too conceited was simply courting death.
"Kid, don't be too arrogant, or you won't even know how you'll die."
Han Li's tone was one of lecturing, looking at Li Feng arrogantly with an air of superiority. It was only in recent years that he had cultivated his personality, regarding fights and killings from a different level— as long as no one provoked him, he was too lazy to care, somewhat looking on life with amusement.
Li Feng was a name he had heard long ago, simply a rising star. There were always talents emerging, and Han Li had seen many such youngsters over the years, but few remained alive in the end.
"Of course, you have the ability. Being talented and arrogant is okay, and I even admire you. How about it, consider being my right-hand man?"
