Lanfeng Hotel, Villa No. 8.
Ye Zhengyang sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, his mood seeming quite pleasant. From time to time, he shook his head and hummed an unknown tune, his facial bruises barely affecting his carefree demeanor.
In contrast to his ease, the burly bodyguard standing behind him wore a grave expression, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall: "Young Master, Ye Yin and Ye Xuan have been out for almost two hours now, but there's no news from them. Could they have…"
Hearing this, Ye Zhengyang shot him a glare and said with some displeasure, "What kind of talk is that? Boosting others' morale while undermining your own? 'Evil God' is just a blown-up title by others; he's not an actual deity."
"Besides, you know the skill of Ye Yin and Ye Xuan. They are our Ye Family's ace 'Death Soldiers'. They've completed various assassination missions without a single failure. I don't believe Xiao Zheng can survive under their hands!"
