The identity of the mission target was unknown to him; he didn't recognize them at all. Only now did he realize how impulsive he had been, rushing over without understanding who he was dealing with. Yet besides regret, his heart was filled with a strange hatred.
Xiao Qiang paid no attention to his hatred whatsoever. To Xiao Qiang, he was nothing more than a petty clown, not worth any concern. At this moment, he looked coldly at the person before him, his brows slightly furrowing. He hadn't enjoyed his rest for long before someone tried to assassinate him. He even suspected this was a trap laid by that girl.
Right then, Zhi'er had already approached him. Zhi'er was extremely angry and yelled directly at Feixiong: "Feixiong, what are you doing? Elder Brother Xiao is my invited guest, yet you dare to stage a sneak attack on him!" The rage on Zhi'er's face made Feixiong feel even more furious.
