The Black Deity glanced at Jia Zheng and Jia Li, his eyes flickering.
"These two must be His Highness Yan Han's friends, right?" he asked with a smile.
"Isn't that so?" Chu Sihan raised his eyebrows slightly. "I happened to be free today and came to visit my friend. I didn't expect to encounter such a scene. This modern Netherworld is really interesting."
The Black Deity ignored the mockery in his words and said to the youth and the rest, "Report straight to the eighteen levels of hell. If I don't speak, no one can come back."
The youth's expression changed drastically and he suddenly raised his head to question, "Lord Black, does His Highness Yan Feng know that you're doing this?"
The Black Deity narrowed his eyes. "How dare you threaten me?"
If these fools were not Yan Feng's men, he would have long dealt with them. Why would he have waited until now?
