Five minutes later, they indeed regained consciousness.
Wei Lu stared at them coldly and asked, "Who exactly are you, and what do you want? If you don't intend to take our lives, everything else is negotiable."
Yan Zhufei snorted, "Why waste words with them? I've never been afraid of death! Now that I've fallen into your hands, kill or chop as you please!"
Wei Lu: "..."
Dying would be too unprofitable.
After a round of gunfight, Hao Yansen had lost his patience.
He sat down leaning against the sofa, his dark eyes gazing at them indifferently, and said directly, "Jin Yinshe, I am Hao Yansen. How long are you going to keep pretending?"
"Hao Yansen?" Yan Zhufei was bewildered, that name seemed so familiar, "Oh, I remember now!"
