"You're courting death!"
Inside Chi Ling'er's box, a black mist suddenly surged out.
Within the mist, a pale and terrifyingly large face lunged directly at the box where Ling Xiao was.
However, neither Ling Xiao nor Lin Ruoxian moved.
This was the Tianlong Trade Company; if they couldn't even protect their VIP members, the reputation of Tianlong Trade Company would be thoroughly tarnished.
"Boom!"
In the void, a burst of flames suddenly erupted, blasting the eerie ghost face back.
The person who attacked was merely one of Lin Fengyuan's subordinates.
Although Chi Ling'er was a genius, geniuses need time to grow.
True experts are generally much older.
Like this subordinate of Lin Fengyuan, who is already seventy or eighty years old.
Dealing with Chi Ling'er was no big deal, after all, he was a martial artist with Third-Level Hell Cultivation.
