Li Weihai didn't understand the hatred and enmity Ye Xuan expressed.
But through Ye Xuan's cold and stern tone, and eyes filled with bloodthirsty killing intent, Li Weihai could feel just how deep the hatred in Ye Xuan's heart ran.
That hatred was like a sea of blood, unending until one perished.
"Alright, go handle things! Tomorrow, I want that funeral to be spectacular."
Ye Xuan's expression was very serious, his tone icy, and he spoke indifferently.
"Yes, Master Xuan."
Li Weihai quickly replied, then left the room to arrange tasks.
After Li Weihai left, Suzuki Wako, full of doubt, coughed lightly a few times and asked, "It seems you're indeed not an ordinary person."
"Hmm."
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, not denying Suzuki Wako's guess.
After all, someone as powerful as him had long left the realm of ordinary people.
"I understand Chinese! Your position in J City is very unusual."
