On the charred lawn, a few pieces of charcoal were still burning, occasionally bursting with sparks.
The heavy boot soles stepped on them, making a soft "pop" sound.
The charcoal fire extinguished instantly, leaving only wisps of blue smoke dispersing.
Fang Cheng stepped forward slowly, his gaze calmly confronting Chen Hongye.
"You know me?"
"Hehe."
Chen Hongye smiled lightly upon hearing this, his gaze sweeping over Lin Chuqiao and the others behind Fang Cheng.
"You and those two girls, aren't you the taskers sent by Naihe Bridge?"
He leisurely licked away the remaining blood stains with the tip of his tongue, his crimson pupils exuding a cruel intent.
"If it weren't for this fire waking me up ahead of time, I had already set up a trap, waiting for you to come tonight and willingly become my blood feast."
"That way, I could have a good dinner; no need to meet so hastily and impolitely like now."
As he spoke, he suddenly laughed deeply.
