Zhou Weijun exuded a ruthlessness that most people lacked. His intensity was even more pronounced than Black Panther's.
He frowned slightly, patted Yu Jingxue on the shoulder, and comforted her: "Don't worry, I'm here."
Then, he walked up to Ye Guichen and cupped his hands as a greeting: "Brother, where are you from?"
"I dare not say, we're not in the same league." Ye Guichen sniffed faintly and immediately detected a hint of blood on Zhou Weijun.
This person had not only killed but also often dealt with antiquities, similar to someone like Wu Caijun.
Seeing Ye Guichen so arrogant, Zhou Weijun couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Oh, young man, do you know who I am?"
"Murder and arson, grave robbing." Ye Guichen spoke calmly, uttering eight words.
On hearing this, Zhou Weijun's eyes froze, "Oh? Young man, do we know each other?"
Revealing his deeds so abruptly made Zhou Weijun feel somewhat uneasy.
