Tang Long's Stabbing Knife

Maybe because he found it uninteresting, Jian Fei stopped his little farce. The copper-faced man would never understand his humor and taste.

He sat down and poured himself a glass of alcohol. After a sip, Jian Fei seemed calmer. "I don't have a stand about this."

"Stop repeating nonsense." The copper-faced man scoffed at Jian Fei.

"No, no, I'm not repeating. I'm just trying to ask a question, one that I am curious about." Jian Fei's gaze suddenly looked profound. The meaning behind his gaze was something worth ruminating over.

The copper-faced man did not respond to him nonetheless.