The resort was utterly silent, without the slightest movement.
Ye Chenfeng had no idea where Zero was, but he was certain Zero was watching him. This was instinct, honed over twenty years of experience.
It had been a long time since anyone could give Ye Chenfeng a sense of impending death, not even Diwu Tianqing's Heaven-defying Art.
But Zero imparted that feeling to Ye Chenfeng.
Even with another assassin, "Thirteen," Ye Chenfeng had already dismissed him.
They weren't on the same level as Zero.
Even though Zero hadn't appeared yet, he exerted the greatest pressure on Ye Chenfeng.
"Bring the wine, let the cup not stop..."
At some point, a bottle of red wine appeared in Ye Chenfeng's hand, and in that moment, his demeanor and actions were exactly like the Wine God.
Though he seemed manic, Ye Chenfeng was actually on high alert, guarding every corner of his body.
"Swish..."
