Looking at Ye Fei, whose face was filled with coldness, Huang Tianhua knew that the contradiction between them was impossible to resolve.
Returning to his senses and looking at Ye Fei's eyes again, he couldn't help but fill with a mocking sneer.
"So, it's you!"
"This really is unexpected."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that the person who paid for your life is none other than the deputy manager of Feihuang Liquor Factory, Sun Yang!"
As Huang Tianhua said this, he looked at Ye Fei with a face full of mockery, "Young man, I admit you can fight, but being able to fight doesn't mean you're invincible. There are more martial artists in this world than just you. Jiangzhou is no exception."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fei couldn't help but sneer coldly, "What are you trying to say?"
A cold light flashed in Huang Tianhua's eyes, and his gaze, filled with viciousness, stared angrily at Ye Fei.
"What I'm saying is, even if you're a martial artist, you're going to die tonight!"