The fat man casually wiped his greasy palms, then burst into laughter and said, "Kid, fearless as a newborn calf, huh? Did your elders at home not tell you to keep a low profile when you leave the house? Some people are not to be messed with!"
As he spoke, the fat man deliberately glanced at Ming Daoist, clearly aiming his words at him.
Ji Yanran, hearing the fat man's words, showed a frightened expression.
Even she couldn't help but sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere as soon as Ye Fei bid for the Spirit Rhinoceros Wood Tablet.
She couldn't hold back and said hesitantly, "My… my lord, why don't… why don't we just give up? You've already helped me once outside; I don't want to drag you down!"
"Drag me down?"
Ye Fei smirked faintly. "If anyone seeks death, then kill them—it's that simple. You don't need to worry."
"Idiot!"
The black-clad man finally spoke, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
The fat man shook his head with a smile as well.
