Wei Hantao had never in his life encountered someone like Yang Feng whose eyes alone could cause uncontrollable fear. His eyes resembled a savage beast ready to tear the poor man in half. Even so, Wei Hantao did not back down. He tried to match the same level of intensity in Yang Feng's eyes.
Zhao Lifei did not have time for this stupid banter. She could see the stormy background of a lion against a dragon, a swarm of fire behind Wei Hantao and a thunderstorm behind Yang Feng.
"Ladies, ladies, you're both beautiful. Now can we get to a civilized discussion?" She scoffed, pushing Wei Hantao aside and breaking their intense staredown.
Chen Gaonan admired how fearless she was, but could not get past how stupid she was. Her actions and words resembled a drunk soldier running into the battlefield without his armor and weapons. What could she possibly do here?
