Chen Feng strode forward indifferently, stepping down onto Xu Shan's head.
"You... what exactly are you..."
Boom!
Blood burst forth like watermelon juice, splattering dots of crimson on the Green-black Carapace's surface, as Chen Feng stepped over the other's corpse.
In the end, with Perception Amplification, he looked towards the two figures standing in front of the villa.
One was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed like a high-end elite, but his face was pale now, lips buzzing, full of horror.
The other was dressed in a floral short-sleeve shirt, body trembling, eyes full of Fear, no longer the arrogant tyrant from before.
"I'll give you money!"
"Don't kill me!!"
Zhao Jiapeng quickly began to plead, retreating and begging, "No matter who sent you, I'll give double, no, triple, four times!!!"
His voice was hurried, Fear cues swiftly appeared.
Chen Feng advanced silently, walking up to the two rigid, trembling people.
"Kill him."