"Damn it!"
The color in Chen Fei's jet-black eyes, as clear as polished obsidian, instantly turned grim, swirling with a profound chill. He truly hadn't anticipated a sneak attack, which had left him unguarded and caught completely by surprise. Most importantly, this was the second time. The first had left a thick, puckered scar on his neck; this second one had just carved a bone-deep mark into his shoulder, from which blood now gushed.
"An Easterner? Who are you?"
At that moment, an ice-cold voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out from nearby. Chen Fei quietly lifted his head, his cold eyes turning towards the speaker. It was a man in his sixties or seventies, with pale skin and curly hair the color of golden straw. However, like Old Brad and most others in the Brad Family Castle, his eyes were a deep crimson, making him resemble a monster steeped in the stench of blood.
