The cold wind howled.
It was already a bitterly cold winter, and at this moment, it felt even more piercingly cold. In this solemn atmosphere, Fang Yi was in a standoff with Song He and the others, while a chilling murderous intent emanated from Song He and his group.
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This is the life of the rich.
For Song He and his group, this is the decadence that befits them as wealthy heirs.
Song He held a cigar in his mouth, a cold smile on his lips. After a moment, he spoke, "Fang Yi, you're right. If we relied on martial force to capture you, we really don't have that capability. But what kind of society is this? This is a society governed by law. No matter how high your martial arts are, can you really withstand a bullet?"
A bullet?
Fang Yi showed a hint of a scornful smile. If a Heavenly Level expert were afraid of bullets, they might as well find a hole to hide in. But he naturally wouldn't tangle over this, just looked at Song He with a calm and unruffled demeanor.
