Li Yifei didn't know the stakes the two elderly powerhouses behind the window were wagering, nor did he know how many people were inside the house. Out of respect, he didn't even try to sense it.
Under the enormous banyan tree stood a man who looked ten or twenty years older than Li Yifei. He was quite ordinary-looking, not tall, nor particularly strong, and his face was plain with a bit of beard. He belonged to the type that could be easily overlooked in a crowd—nothing special, except for those sharp eyes filled with lethal intent.
Li Yifei chuckled softly, tilted his head slightly, and shifted his gaze to the villa. Although he hadn't tried to probe, he knew that there were probably some people watching him and the man under the banyan tree through the window at this moment.
