Lin Youyong turned his head to look at Xiang Yu and said, "What if I refuse? I'm the Wolf Fang station chief in the Little Narration area, do you really dare kill me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Youyong couldn't help but shiver all over, because he could feel the dense killing intent coming from Xiang Yu—an invisible aura that only appears on someone who has killed far too many people.
"You can give it a try." Xiang Yu smiled faintly.
For the first time, Lin Youyong felt the presence of death. Ever since he became mid-level leadership in Wolf Fang, he had never been on the front line, always in the rear, rarely encountering danger. He hadn't expected to end up this miserable today.
"Fine, I agree." Lin Youyong snorted coldly and said, "Xiang Yu, I can pull back this time, but aren't you worried I'll attack you again next time?"
