Zhao Min, after all, was a strong woman who had weathered great storms.
After a brief moment of shock, she swiftly regained her composure.
"Who are you, really?" Zhao Min looked at Chen Feng, narrowed her eyes, and asked coldly.
To defeat ten retired special forces soldiers in an instant, a person with such skills could hardly just be an ordinary minor shareholder of Lin's Jewelry.
Woman's intuition told Zhao Min that Chen Feng's true identity was anything but simple.
"I should be the one asking you that question. Who are you, really? Why do you go to such lengths to fight for Lin's Jewelry? Does it have any special significance to you?"
Chen Feng countered.
"Because it rightfully belongs to me. My property, whether destroyed or not, is not for others to possess!"
Zhao Min said coldly.
"It rightfully belongs to you? Why?" Chen Feng frowned, a trace of confusion flickering in his eyes.
