Ye Feng was escaping quickly, but the opponent was prepared even faster, which made Ye Feng feel somewhat helpless—a hard battle seemed inevitable.
"Kid, you dare to deceive me, causing me to lose several billion for nothing. How should I torture you?" The elder blocked Ye Feng's way, appearing like a small mountain, bringing immense pressure to Ye Feng.
"It's impossible for me to harm countless citizens of Macau for your sake. This may be very simple for you, but I can't do it," Ye Feng coldly shook his head and replied loudly.
"Hmph! Do you know the cost of standing up like this?" The elder snorted displeasedly and asked in return.
"I know, the worst is death. But are you sure you're confident enough to kill me?" Ye Feng smiled, confidently asked back.
"Can Jian, destroy him." Seeing Ye Feng's arrogant demeanor, the elder clenched his fist in anger, signaling Can Jian behind him to handle Ye Feng.
