"My target is everything and everyone related to you!" Purple Thorn said coldly.
"Mercenary king, tell me, are you feeling anxious right now?" Purple Thorn's words reverted to their initial mocking tone.
"Don't you feel powerless right now?" Purple Thorn continued to hit Ren Feng.
Ren Feng didn't speak, but he dialed Long Yue's number, asking her to help trace the IP address of the call.
"Mercenary king, if you don't speak again, do you believe I will cut Mr. Xia's face?" Purple Thorn's voice suddenly turned ice-cold.
"I think Mr. Xia's face is still quite tender, and disfiguring it before he dies would be quite a delightful thing," Purple Thorn's words were full of malice, and it seemed that the other hand was playing with a dagger, making a slight cutting sound.
"Purple Thorn, your target is me!" Ren Feng said in a deep voice.
"I thought you wouldn't speak; it seems you do care about Mr. Xia." Purple Thorn laughed heartily.
