C142 Is Ten Thousand Enough

Lu Fei's hand became tighter and tighter, like an iron pincer clamping onto Huo Deren's neck, "Zhou Yunchao is nothing in my eyes, you tell me whether or not I'm a match for Zhou Yunchao."

Huo Deren felt a cold chill down his spine as the fear of death engulfed his entire body.

When Lu Feisoong opened his hands, it was as if he had just escaped from a calamity