"Walk away? Am I afraid of them?" The voice carried a hint of disdain.
If Tang Anzhi were here, she would surely know who the speaker was.
That is Jian...
Huangfu Zheng, assumed to be on another yacht, was now standing properly on the rooftop of the house. He hadn't fled.
Moreover, he gazed with a gloomy look at those outside AF members through the big screen.
His expression was quite unsightly.
He held a glass of wine in his hand, the liquid inside was blood-red, exuding an eerie feeling.
Bazil glanced at him, advising this time, "Sir, if we leave now, there's still time, we have ways to escape. But if we delay any longer, it will be too late. If you get caught by these people, we won't be able to report to the Godfather."
"Ha ha, I've long wanted to have a good match with the internationally famous Crimson Dragon. Now that I've finally met, why should I leave?" Jian's eyes were filled with malice.
