"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking questions about others?" Chen Fei said, sweeping his gaze over the man with a cold tone.
"I have no name."
The refined-looking man stared at Chen Fei with penetrating eyes and said slowly, "But I am ranked third among the Ten Chiefs of the Tiger Leopard Hall. Everyone around me calls me Third Seat... Sir." A wisp of faint black energy, murky and impure, swirled absent-mindedly around his fingertips.
"Sir?"
Chen Fei's pupils contracted slightly as he glanced at the black energy on Third Seat's fingertips. A peculiar light flickered through his deep, glass-like eyes. He then spoke in a cold voice, "Perhaps you don't need to emphasize that last word in front of me... After all, careless words can bring disaster!" His eyes turned fierce in an instant.
"Xingyi Fist Eagle Form, Ripping Gold Claw!"
