Fuuma Kazuhiko revealed a sinister smile, as if he could already see the scene of his opponent dying.
However, before he could pull the trigger, he saw a blur and the crossbow in his hand disappeared.
Before he could react, the black crossbow was already on his head.
Cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead.
Ye Feng looked at him with a cold smile. "You can't beat me openly, so you want to play dirty? How shameless."
At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Fuuma Kazuhiko's mind.
Beg for mercy? If that happened, his reputation would be ruined, and he would never be able to stand out in the Fuuma family again. Moreover, the other party might not even spare him.
Then he could only resist until the clan leader came to save him.
After thinking through the pros and cons, he immediately sneered. "Hehe, pull the trigger if you have the guts. If you kill me, you won't be able to leave the Fuuma family alive."