Looking at Xiao Feng's innocent expression, Duan Guotai and his black-clad men all felt their intelligence being insulted.
However, the black-clad men were better off, since they were just passively executing orders.
But Duan Guotai was clearly different. Without his nod of agreement, none of this farce would have happened.
"Kid, you're very cunning," Duan Guotai said with a face like water, "but against absolute power, your tricks and cleverness will only make your death more miserable."
"From what you're saying, it seems like you're planning to go back on your word?" Xiao Feng raised an eyebrow, his smile starting to cool.
He really didn't want to ruin his mood before dinner by making a move, but if Duan Guotai insisted on courting death, he would have no choice but to act.
Duan Guotai squinted, "Do you know why I say your intelligence is mere cleverness?"
