Ye Chenfeng's tone was calm, as if he were doing something insignificant.
"Kid, don't push your luck! Do you have any right to speak here?" Lin Xiangdong said, his anger uncontrollable.
The last time, his two subordinates had let Ye Chenfeng leave easily, which had left him fuming.
"What if we choose neither option?" Meng Xiangyu responded, a murderous aura emanating from him, locking onto Ye Chenfeng in an instant.
Under the powerful aura, Chu Qingxue found it difficult to breathe.
Meng Xiangyu exuded the steely bloodlust of a soldier, honed in the fires of war.
"You must choose!"
Ye Chenfeng's voice was unbearably cold as he stepped closer to Meng Xiangyu.
Their eyes met, and it seemed as if the surrounding air had frozen.
After a moment, Meng Xiangyu's body couldn't help but tremble, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"We're leaving!" Meng Xiangyu finally spoke, but to Lin Xiangdong's surprise, the words were, "We're leaving."
