"That can't change the fact that you'll die here."
In response to Lan Feng's smug attitude, Wen Ping simply replied calmly.
This remark instantly froze Lan Feng's smile, like a glass of liquid suddenly sent to a winter world.
"Why aren't you afraid?"
Lan Feng looked at Wen Ping's composed demeanor, and the smugness and madness in his heart vanished.
Truly calm.
Or pretending to be calm.
Lan Feng could still see through it instantly; after all, he had lived for many years.
Often, when people face crises and pretend to be composed, it is actually quite laughable to him.
Acting like you own it?
Little do you know, I view you just like a child.
Think you can disguise it?
To me, you are like being uncovered.
Wen Ping responded lightly, "You don't need to know that. Knowing too much only shortens your life."
"You should be afraid... because this is only the vanguard army!"
Lan Feng spoke solemnly.
