Yue Feng spoke casually.
But to Zhou Pengfei, his words struck like a bolt from the blue.
How did you... contact me?
Zhou Pengfei stared blankly at Yue Feng, then looked at the undisguised mockery and ridicule on the faces around him.
A thought so absurd and terrifying that it made his soul tremble surged wildly from the depths of his heart.
Could it be...
No, surely not?
He's so young... how could he possibly be... that legendary...
Darkness Emperor!
What kind of existence was that?
He was the uncrowned king of the overseas Underworld!
The supreme legend ranked third on the [dark list]!
Someone whom countless kingpins, financial magnates, and even the leaders of small nations could only look up to!
How could someone like that possibly be from the Dragon Kingdom?
Let alone a useless reject from Bureau 7!
In his mind, such an exalted figure had to be a blond, blue-eyed aristocrat from the West who controlled the world's lifeblood.
He could have accepted a Black man more easily!
It could never be the man standing before him!
That's right!
He must be bluffing!
But the next moment, Yue Feng moved, taking a phone from his pocket.
The phone was jet-black, with a blood-red skull engraved on it. Its design resembled the one in Zhou Pengfei's hand, but its materials and craftsmanship were immeasurably finer and more distinguished.
The moment the phone appeared, Seven Kills, the Nether King, and every other member of Asura Hall grew solemn and instinctively straightened their backs.
They recognized it. It was the one and only Main Communicator of Asura Hall, the symbol of supreme authority!
Something only the Hall Master himself could possess!
Yue Feng waved the Main Communicator in front of Zhou Pengfei and casually tapped a few digits on