Long Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes and squinted at Han Zhi. His grip around Xiao Yue's wrist was still as strong as a clamp of steel.
"Who are you?" he asked.
It might sound like a simple question, but when Long Zhao Feng popped the question, he was acting like a leopard that was guarding his meal against another predator. This other predator had appeared in front of him to steal what was his, so he was very unhappy. He bared his fangs, dripping with saliva, trying to scare the other predator off. The other predator unfortunately did not seem impressed. He not only did not run away with his tail between his legs, he even gave Long Zhao Feng a look, challenging him to a duel. The winner should take all.
"Han Zhi!"