"It's him!"
Chu Fan's pupils contracted as he also looked to the southwest.
There, slowly walking out, was Zhou Ye—the same man who even Huang Yu had been unable to handle on Xingning Street.
Zhou Ye smiled, his lips curling, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. "Qingxue, he was this vicious with my subordinate."
"If I hadn't drawn my sword, wouldn't he have stomped Ling Feng to death?"
'Ling Feng is Zhou Ye's subordinate?'
Chu Fan's expression flickered, and he frowned slightly.
'No wonder Ling Feng was so arrogant. So he had a backer!'
Just then, two men emerged from behind Zhou Ye and hurried forward to help Ling Feng to his feet.
After taking that elbow, Ling Feng's entire face was contorted in pain. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he'd lost several teeth, completely stripped of his earlier bravado.
The look he shot Chu Fan was filled with such venomous hatred it was as if he wanted to devour him whole.
