"Interesting!"
Ye Chenfeng snorted coldly, as if a storm had risen around him. Countless sparks were forcibly altered the moment they touched him and fell to the ground, quickly extinguishing.
"..."
Instantly, everything came to a halt.
"So, what now? Are you still going to use force to coerce me? Even if you capture me, don't expect to learn anything from my lips." Demon Craftsman carried a smug expression.
"Is that so? I have at least twenty ways to make you talk." Ye Chenfeng's aura intensified, a wave of heat recklessly rushing outward, like a volcanic eruption, engulfing everything around.
The air sizzled as if it were about to catch fire.
"Hmm?"
Finally, Demon Craftsman's face changed, gaining a touch of seriousness.
"Bang!"
"He's inside!"
At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and the shabby shop door was kicked open, with a swarm of people outside.
"It's him!"
The few people who were beaten by Ye Chenfeng earlier pointed at him collectively.
