"Boss Debri."
Ren Feng smiled as he spoke, with Moore and the others behind him, all holding guns aimed at Ren Feng.
Yet Ren Feng didn't show any fear. He greeted them, glanced at the empty sofa, and sat down directly, smiling at Debri and the others.
His gaze swept over Debri and then moved to Derek: "And who is this?"
"You don't need to know," Debri said coldly. "Aren't you here to make a deal with me? Tell me, why is my life at stake?"
Ren Feng smiled slightly, with Moore and the others standing behind him, their guns ready and aimed at Ren Feng.
"It's simple, because of him." Ren Feng pointed at Derek. "This must be Derek, right?"
Derek's expression changed, and Debri suddenly stood up, staring intently at Ren Feng.
"Who are you?"
Derek asked sternly.
"Who am I?" Ren Feng smiled faintly. "Derek, I didn't expect a nobody like you to become a crucial pawn on the Western Europe chessboard. Tell me, what's the deal with Princess Lucia?"
