Lin Fei gazed at the gunmen outside, finally focusing on Ye Cheng's face, and said, "Did Zhu Qinglong send you to kill me?"
Ye Cheng responded coldly, "That's right. I never expected you to be so bold, daring to offend my boss. Today, you'd better accept your fate!" Lin Fei looked at Ye Cheng, with his long hair draped over his shoulders, a scarred face, and a gaze as cold and fierce as a seasoned assassin who had been through life and death, hands stained with blood.
However, Ye Cheng's aura couldn't compare to the aura that Leng Ying had gained from his baptism of blood and corpses.
Moreover, from Ye Cheng's aura, Lin Fei sensed that Ye Cheng's strength was only on par with Zhu Qinglong, just at the Grandmaster level.
Forget about wanting to kill me, even Leng Ying probably wouldn't be a match.
"What's your name, brother?" Lin Fei asked Ye Cheng with a smile.
