Chương 272: The Golden Arhat Talisman

Zhang Yuanhang's face became ashen as he continuously retreated, "Brother Chu, let's talk this over. Don't be rash!"

Zhang Cheng was killed right in front of him, to his great horror. This made him tremble from head to toe.

A single word from him would normally decide the fate of many people, but it was always his subordinates who had carried out his orders. He had never personally witnessed any bloodshed. His scalp had gone numb now that his nephew had died right in front of him.

"My patience is limited and so is my time. Do you have any more major characters to suppress me with?" Chu Feng's words were calm and indifferent as he reminded.

Zhang Yuanhang was dressed in traditional Chinese clothes. He was normally a calm and collected person but now he was frantic as he fumbled around for his communicator.

He didn't want to die just yet. His nephew was beheaded just now because he had moved too slowly.