Poison Centipede's men were somewhat intimidated by Feng Ye's aura, but it was an order from Poison Centipede, and he had to carry it out even if it meant breaking the rules.
He unconsciously rested his right hand on the gun at his waist, unmoved, "Please Mr. Feng, cooperate with us."
"Cooperate with you?" Feng Ye scoffed, chambered his gun, and pointed it at the man's head, his lips curling into a smirk of cynical amusement, "What if I don't?"
What thing would dare to stop them.
Yun Yue sat in the car with her eyes slightly narrowed, watching Feng Ye's movements with a raised eyebrow, not realizing his temper was so fiery.
The people from Poison Centipede's side raised their guns at Feng Ye's action, warily eyeing him. Tu Mi Garden's side also had their guns out and the two groups faced off, creating an eerily tense atmosphere in the air.
