Hearing Hei Ya's words, Huang Feiyu's expression grew even uglier. He said in a deep voice, "Hei Ya, I don't want to argue with you. You better be clear about what you are doing now. You might regret it later."
"Hahaha, regret? Huang Feiyu, are you kidding me with this joke from Xiangjiang's high society? I advise you, this matter doesn't concern you. Get lost immediately, or believe it or not, I'll eliminate you alongside."
Just then, a wild laugh sounded from behind.
Zhao Lin stepped down from the Mercedes-Benz van behind them, his gaze sweeping over the few bodyguards guarding around the Rolls-Royce. He sneered and said, "Hei Ya, they are too much of an eyesore, kill them."
"Zhao Lin, you dare..."
Huang Feiyu, both shocked and angry, hadn't finished his sentence when he suddenly saw a blur before his eyes. He then heard the sound of a longsword being unsheathed. A figure flashed past like a ghost. Several flashes of the sword later, Hei Ya was standing beside Zhao Lin.
