"What do you want to do!" Yan Bu'Er slightly mustered up the courage and then sternly shouted.
Smack!
Ye Chen dashed up directly and slapped Yan Bu'Er hard in the face. This slap left Yan Bu'Er seeing stars, almost knocking him unconscious. Blood was dripping from the corner of Yan Bu'Er's mouth, and Ye Chen sneered coldly: "Yan Bu'Er, no matter what method you use against me, be it overt or covert, I don't care. But you dared to touch the people around me, which is not only a taboo in the underworld but also my reverse scale. If I don't kill you today, how can I be at ease?"
Hiss...
Yan Bu'Er instantly gasped for air, thinking, damn, it turns out Ye Chen brought him here to kill him? At this thought, a sense of desolation surged within Yan Bu'Er. Is he really going to die in this place where no one knows? Yan Bu'Er said nervously: "No, no, you can't kill me, I'm a political representative."
