On the other end of the phone was Yan Bin, who had just been chastised by Zhou Yu.
"Zhou Yu, at seven tonight, at the Sihai Hotel, someone wants to meet you."
Yan Bin's tone was commanding.
Zhou Yu flatly refused.
"Whoever wants to meet me should come find me personally."
Yan Bin sneered.
"Zhou Yu, you might choose not to come, but Qin Dingbang, Qin Lan, Lv Fang, Zhao Jianlong, Shui Tianyue... the next time you see them, they might be nothing but corpses."
Zhou Yu's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing through them.
He hated being threatened by others.
Yan Bin had crossed a line with him.
"Fine, I'll go," he said slowly.
"Hmm, aren't you quite arrogant?"
"It seems you have your fears too..."
Yan Bin said mockingly.
Zhou Yu, tired of his nonsense, hung up the phone.
Earlier, when Zhou Yu had taken the call, he hadn't put it on speaker, but Ye Zhongshan and Ye Mengyun were in front of him and had heard some of the conversation.
Ye Zhongshan spoke up.