This young man, dressed in all black, resembling night clothes, was hidden in the darkness, completely out of place with the atmosphere of the bar.
No one noticed his presence, and he also paid no attention to others.
From beginning to end, his gaze was fixed on Ye Xuan.
There was hostility, and killing intent!
As if sensing Ye Xuan's gaze, the young man slightly squinted his eyes, a cold, mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as if in his eyes, Ye Xuan was already a dead man.
"Which family's lackey?"
Feeling all of this, Ye Xuan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
This person was not tall, but his aura was very strong, obviously a master at the realm of Qigong, but to Ye Xuan, he posed little threat.
Because Ye Xuan could tell at a glance that his strength was about equal to You Chengzhi's back then.
Yet the confidence and certainty in his eyes were undeniably real.
