A dark night.
The rain poured down heavier, like a torrential downpour.
Suddenly, gusts of wild winds rose up.
However, amidst such a stormy night.
Chen Feng seemed unaffected, walking forward with an expressionless face, not even a flutter at the edge of his clothes.
In just a few steps.
Chen Feng arrived in front of that group of people.
In the pitch-black night.
Chen Feng's eyes flickered with an icy chill.
He glanced at the group, expressionless, and coldly asked, "Are you looking for me?"
"Chen Feng, we have been waiting here for you for quite some time!"
The person standing in the middle of the group spoke.
With his eyes, Chen Feng was able to see his appearance clearly.
He was a grey-haired, gaunt-faced man, looking about fifty years old, radiating a strong and domineering aura.
It seemed like he was the leader of this group.
"Waiting for me? For what?"
Chen Feng said plainly.
"Haha, for what? Of course, it's to take your life!"
The leading man sneered.
