At least, he didn't want to expose his contact with "Mr. Assassin" to Noah.
Otherwise, the ones who showed up here right now might not just be these small fry who aren't even qualified to deliver him groceries.
However, this precisely proved Chen Chen's cunning and caution.
He wanted to use him as a tool but didn't want to take too much risk.
Those thugs saw Fang Cheng silent and thought he was going to kill them.
They began to cry and plead, swearing all sorts of oaths, saying they had elders and children to care for, and were just trying to make a living.
Fang Cheng turned a deaf ear to their pleas, calculating his own plans.
Killing a few small pawns had little meaning other than venting some desire.
After a brief thought, Fang Cheng coldly said:
"Want to live?"
The three sober thugs nodded frantically like chickens pecking at rice upon hearing this.
"Go back and tell Chen Chen."
Fang Cheng's voice was deep, devoid of any emotion:
