After a frantic sprint, Leng Xuan arrived near the abandoned factory on the outskirts, where the desolation would ensure no innocent bystanders would be harmed. Standing on the overgrown clearing, Leng Xuan looked at Feng Gui intently and said, "It was here that I killed Flower Butterfly."
Feng Gui sneered in response, "So you've brought me here, to kill me as well?"
"That's the idea," Leng Xuan nodded. "Since you've come seeking revenge, tonight it's either your death or my survival."
Feng Gui swept a cold gaze over Leng Xuan and said indifferently, "Brave boy, you are truly arrogant, but I wonder if you have the strength to back it up."
"We'll know if we try." As his words fell, Leng Xuan's figure suddenly dashed forward like a gust of wind, his hand clenched into a steel fist, aiming straight for the opponent's vital spots.