After entering the room, Ye Chenfeng looked around and laughed, "Buddy, where's the beauty you prepared for me?"
"What beauty? Mr. Ye, you really know how to joke, it's just me here." The person chuckled.
Ye Chenfeng showed a frightened expression, surprised, "You... you wouldn't have a penchant for men, would you?"
"Mr. Ye, that joke isn't funny at all." The person said expressionlessly.
He walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, poured a glass for Ye Chenfeng, and handed it to him.
"Not bad, good wine. But why did you invite me here?" Ye Chenfeng took a sip of the red wine and asked curiously.
"Mr. Ye, I invited you here to kill you!" The person said frankly.
Ye Chenfeng let out a cold laugh, "You're quite interesting, talking about killing so matter-of-factly."
"Mr. Ye, you truly are humorous, but I am not joking with you. I've prepared dozens of ways to kill you today." The person said with a smile.
Ye Chenfeng smiled, "For example?"
