Was Chen Fei a good person? He never considered himself a good person. On the contrary, he thought of himself as a proper ticking bomb, the kind that explodes on contact, as stubborn as a mule. So if you went along with what he wanted, he might still smile and laugh with you, but if you insisted on playing tough… well, sorry, but you would have to bear the consequences.
"Don't you think your hands are a bit dirty?" Chen Fei glanced coldly at the man with the center-parted brown hair and said indifferently.
"Hmm?"
The man with the brown hair was startled. A trace of coldness fleeted across the corner of his eye before disappearing rapidly. His lips curled back into that chilling smile as he spoke softly, "Oh, is that so? My apologies." Though he let go, he immediately took a step forward to block Chen Fei, a dangerous half-smile on his face.
