Ouyang Jieming's sinister chuckle instantly made Cheng Antai's heart skip a beat in alarm.
Although Cheng Antai had always known that Ouyang Jieming would never tolerate him, after all, he had watched him grow up. Even if there was no familial affection, there must be some sentiment between them, right?
Yet, he had never imagined that Ouyang Jieming could be so heartlessly mad, turning his face as quickly as turning a page.
"Ouyang Jieming, what do you want to do? Do you want to kill me?"
Slowly turning around, a trace of shock appeared in Cheng Antai's eyes. Although he had spoken boldly just now, facing such a life-threatening crisis, he couldn't help but feel conventional fears.
He was old, the longer he lingered in the Mortal World, enjoying wealth and status, the more he feared death.
And Cheng Antai was a prime example of this kind of person.
Otherwise, when he first encountered an assassination attempt, he had hurriedly promised Liang Fei a hefty sum to protect him.