Zhou Fan had no idea what was happening back in Nanjiang City. If he knew that Chu Yan and Chen Yao were sitting face-to-face at this very moment, meticulously comparing the rings on their fingers, he probably wouldn't have been in the mood to banter with Feng Shen and the others.
"Just the five of us? Are you serious?" In the VIP room of the Yalai Hotel, Feng Shen asked, looking skeptically at Zhou Fan. His voice was edged with urgency.
"What? A single Purgatory branch has you scared? You think five people isn't enough?" Zhou Fan held a cigar he'd taken from Feng Shen and sipped his host's expensive red wine, his tone dripping with contempt.
The strangest part was that neither of the men involved, Zhou Fan or Feng Shen, seemed to find anything wrong with this scene.
