Chen Qingzhi felt somewhat displeased.
Although he himself wasn't part of the Sorcerer's Headquarters, his father was.
People who came here would give him some face.
Yet the person in front of him had no intention of doing so.
However, not knowing the other party's identity, Chen Qingzhi didn't want to offend him. He smiled at Wang Ye, saying, "The one you're holding is my friend. He might have offended you just now, but..."
"I must kill him!"
Before Chen Qingzhi could finish his sentence, Wang Ye's voice without a trace of emotion rang out again, filled with a strong murderous intent.
Baldy was closest to Wang Ye, so he felt the murderous intent most deeply, chilling him from head to toe.
He looked at Chen Qingzhi, pleading, "Master... Master, save me! Young master, sir..."
Due to his nervousness, his speech was somewhat incoherent.
Chen Qingzhi said nothing more.
Instead, he looked at Wang Ye.
