"You..." Apel trailed off, then let out a soft, "Pfft…"
For some reason—perhaps it was the familiar, warm touch of a hand on her forehead—Apel burst into laughter. Her beautiful eyes curled into captivating crescents. She wrapped her arms around Chen Fei's, pouting as though upset, yet her voice was full of excitement. "You knew it had been so long, and you still didn't come to see me, Chen... You're a very, very bad person."
However, she quickly remembered that Aso Naijiro, his face gloomy and livid, and Earl Gary were still there. A chill involuntarily ran down her spine, and she asked anxiously, "Chen, they're from the Sicilian Family and the Japanese Asou Clan… What should we do?"
Clearly, the backgrounds of those two men deeply unsettled Apel. Her pale, soft hands grew slightly cold, and sweat formed in her palms. Seeing this, Chen Fei's eyes narrowed, a hint of coldness emerging within them.
