Third Master, A Celestial Figure, Even More like a Demon

Inside a certain bar's toilet in Yuncheng…

This place cost a lot of money to upkeep. The toilets were clean and spotless, and there was even sandalwood incense burning in the air. Even so, Fu Chen still felt uncomfortable.

Feng Yi had just been threatened by Qian Jiang, so his body was trembling. He thought that the person opposite him was someone from the Sun family. When he saw Fu Chen, his legs went weak, and he was paralyzed on the ground.

He had attended the filiation banquet Song Jingren had held for Jiang Fengya. At the time, Fu Chen and Duan Linbai had appeared at the same time, so he had seen them once.

He had never expected that this burly, cold-faced man was working for Fu Chen.

"Th-Third Master." Feng Yi gulped nervously. His tongue was tied into a knot, and his words were slurred.

"It's him?" Fu Chen looked down at him, his eyes as gentle as usual, while his fingertips wrapped tightly around the prayer beads.