"Who?"
Ye Tianfan heard a sinister laugh behind him, and swiftly turned around to shield Qin Ruomeng, infusing his hand with profound energy.
Out of the darkness within Ye Tianfan's gaze emerged a middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket, a deep purple bat-patterned belt strapped around his waist, with the words "Holding the book for the Judge" written on it.
The owner of the sinister laugh was indeed him. Seeing Ye Tianfan watching him so warily, the middle-aged man spoke in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Ye, there's no need to be so cautious of me. We are friends. My purpose here is simple—I'm here to cooperate with you."
After hearing this, Ye Tianfan didn't speak, instead channeling the profound energy in his hand to the tip of his middle finger. He then formed an orchid gesture and flicked it lightly; the energy shot rapidly towards the middle-aged man.
"Puff..."
