Hearing this, Ye Chen slowly turned his head, only to see three men standing behind him. The one who had spoken stood in the middle, a young man with a horse face and small eyes, fanning himself with a folding fan, his face full of arrogant pride as he looked at Ye Chen.
At his sides stood two men in blue, both with cold expressions, each gripping a weapon, a dense aura of slaughtering intent surging around them.
At this moment, one of the blue‑clothed men, whose lips were a deep purple and who was holding a sword in his arms, gave the horse‑faced young man a disdainful smile and said, "Young Master Deng, why bother lowering yourself to argue with such a frog at the bottom of a well?"
