The car door opened, and a young man with a face full of arrogance stepped out from the driver's seat.
Looking at his Long Aotian-like air, Ye Haochuan chuckled and said, "Brother, if your nostrils are that big, don't hold your head so high, I can see your boogers."
"Fuck! Ye Haochuan, do you know there was someone who acted as arrogantly as you in front of me once, and now he's dead!"
Liu Piaoyuan's face darkened as he barked angrily.
"Who are you?" The smile on Ye Haochuan's face vanished, he did not recognize this person, but the man knew his name, and his attitude was clearly aggressive—definitely not a well-wisher!
"Liu Piaoyuan, from the Skywolf Organization!" Liu Piaoyuan faced Ye Haochuan, arrogance written all over his face.
This organization again!
Shang Liu immediately recalled the assassin who had tried to kill him not long ago, also from this Skywolf Organization.
