The three offered their services, simultaneously looking at Chu Fengmian, their thoughts all the same; what does it matter how strong Chu Fengmian is alone?
This is the headquarters of the Ancient Serpent Chamber of Commerce, where a quasi-emperor resides. Could Chu Fengmian really defy the heavens? In their view, Chu Fengmian would certainly accept their demands and swallow this dumb loss.
They failed to notice, as they spoke, that the killing intent in Chu Fengmian's eyes grew ever more intense.
A good person is always bullied. It seems Chu Fengmian has been too kind-hearted.
"Looks like you old bastards are courting death!"
Chu Fengmian slowly stood up from his chair, looked at those three, and coldly spoke.
"Can't handle it? The wrath of Chu Fengmian is beyond you. I'll give you half an incense stick's time to bring over all the blood stones, or you'll end up just like these two wastes."
