"What do you all mean by coming here today?" Meng Fusheng no longer held the cautious look he had when facing Ji Fengyan. He lifted his chin. That scar across his features made his formerly handsome face looked extremely sinister. With an arrogant smile, he gazed coldly at the bunch of men from Zhai Xing Lou, his expression imperious.
The leader of the men in black rode upon a stallion. He looked at Meng Fusheng with a frosty smile. "Boss Meng is so forgetful. Has he already forgotten that battle inside the Forest of Freedom a few months ago?"
Meng Fusheng narrowed his eyes.
