Nature's wrath may be survived; but one's own folly is a death sentence.
Yang Lifan and Tang Peng's actions, in Ye Chen's view, were simply courting death.
Tang Peng sneered coldly, his face darkening as he stared at Ye Chen and said viciously, "At this point, you still dare to be arrogant in front of us. With so many people behind me, have you grown tired of living? Believe it or not, I will have you killed right now."
Brother Wolf, followed by a group of people, walked over leisurely. From a distance, he heard Ye Chen's familiar voice. He frowned, and for some reason, the image of Ye Chen flashed through his mind.
Brother Wolf shook his head fiercely and muttered, "Have I been too stressed these past few days? After all, the other party is just a white-collar loser, how could the God of Killing be here?"
Because it was dark, and Yang Lifan was blocking his view, Brother Wolf naturally did not see Ye Chen clearly.
"Are these misfits the source of your courage?"