Storage Space
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
He believed that if Ling Feng did not want to die, he would not dare to cause trouble for him. Of course, if he did, then Ye Chen would just erase him and Xuemei Palace.
That being said, Ling Feng had just given him a treasure. The dart was a spiritual weapon, and added another tool to his arsenal. Perhaps it would come in handy in surprising Fang Zhongxin.
Soon, Ye Chen got into the car and headed straight for the villa, leaving Ling Feng behind, clenching his fists tightly as he stared in the direction where the car had left with bloodshot eyes.
"Ye Chen… It's been a long time since someone has piqued my interest like this. I've met many geniuses in Huaxia, but none of them could catch my dart. I'm very curious. How did you do it?"
"However, you can forget about escaping from Xuemei Palace. You are a natural assassin, born for slaughter. I believe that time will eventually make you change your mind!"