"HISS!"
"Ben... Benson..."
While Chen Fei silently gazed at the blue-eyed foreign elder, Brother Zhou Shang, who stood not far away, suddenly trembled. His face, normally harsh and as if carved by a knife, contorted, and his eyes rippled with an emotion he rarely ever showed: fear.
"Hehe..."
Hearing the name, the blue-eyed foreigner's withered face finally trembled slightly. Then, a sharp glint seemed to flash from his deep, ominous eyes. He exuded a bizarre and spine-chilling aura that made people tremble.
"It seems the information we received was correct. Young man, you're the one who stole something from our Houston Family." The old man glanced at Zhou Shang and hissed ominously, "Am I right?"
At his words, Brother Zhou Shang couldn't help but shudder violently. A green light radiated from his body, his fists clenched tight, and his expression grew grave as he remained silent.
