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Not good!
Just as Ye Feng was about to turn around and help the whiskered drunk, a sudden sense of crisis emerged in his heart.
Following that, he felt a sharp object pressing against his back.
Upon looking back, he saw the whiskered man's face, which bore no hint of drunkenness but was instead filled with murderous intent.
The people from the Dragon Flame Organization were incredibly fast; it hadn't been long before they had already set their sights on him.
Observing the whiskered man's demeanor, Ye Feng immediately deduced his identity.
"Where's the Crystal Ball? Hand it over, and I'll spare your life!"
As expected, the whiskered man pushed his dagger forward again, pressing it against Ye Feng as he questioned him with a cold voice.
The thing that the Dragon Flame Organization was looking for turned out to be the Crystal Ball!
At those words, Ye Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes.