Sitting on the chair, Chen Mo was quietly chatting with Qianyi, Ruoqing and others beside him. Suddenly, he sensed something and looked towards the audience on the left side of the square.
There, surrounded by people like a moon among stars, a man was looking in Chen Mo's direction. As their eyes met, a cold smile appeared on the man's somewhat handsome face, and his lips moved slightly, as if saying, "You're dead."
"It's Feng Hao. I saw him at the elder's place a few days ago," Nangong Yue said.
"So that's Feng Hao." A trace of ferocity flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and his lips moved the same way: "Let's give it a try."
"Arrogant." From afar, Feng Hao clearly understood Chen Mo's meaning, a mocking smile played at the corners of his mouth, then he said to a subordinate next to him:
"Spread the word, I don't want to see him tomorrow."
"Feng Hao senior brother, don't worry, everything's arranged," said Song Jun, who was sitting behind Feng Hao.
