"You're Ye Feng?" Yang Jian frowned as he sized the man up.
The man before him was under thirty, wearing a coat with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and stubble on his chin. He looked utterly ordinary, even somewhat downcast, yet his eyes carried an unyielding arrogance.
Perhaps such a look could only be seen in those high-ranking officials and wealthy elites.
But if this Ye Feng had truly tamed two ghosts, then he did indeed have grounds for arrogance.
"That's right, I'm Ye Feng. I saw you back at the Xiaoqiang Club. You're quite impressive." Ye Feng smiled faintly. "You've got that youthful recklessness about you. Honestly, I rather admire you."
"You're not even twenty, yet you've survived paranormal incidents time and again. Other Ghost Tamers are nowhere near your equal. You have great potential, but it's a pity you chose the wrong path and joined Ghost Tamer Headquarters."
"So Wang Xiaoqiang sent you to deal with me this time?" Yang Jian asked.
He understood now. That meticulously arranged assassination plan had merely been the opening act. It would have been best if it had succeeded, but if it failed, then Ye Feng was their backup plan.
"Can't be helped. I was entrusted with the task, and your recklessness has harmed a lot of people's interests. Wang Xiaoqiang spent nearly a year building up the club. Though it couldn't compare to several internationally renowned clubs, it was starting to gain momentum. But after what you did last time, it was practically driven into bankruptcy. Isn't all this destruction a bit unreasonable?" Ye Feng said.
"If someone wanted to shit on your head and make you lick their ass afterward, a dog would probably be happy to do it. But if it were a wolf, what do you think