"Hahaha!"
A burst of laughter came from the broadcast.
"Abandoned Dragon really has a sense of humor."
"Whether I'm joking or not, come out and you'll see for yourself," Fang Yi said indifferently.
Without a breeze, he was still, and with the wind, he was calm. Fang Yi's face was cold, but also very peaceful; he wouldn't rage due to a few words from the other party.
"You say that, and now I really don't dare to come out," the voice echoed in the broadcast, clearly reaching both of their ears.
"Is that so? Then just how long are you planning to hide?" Fang Yi spoke again.
"As long as I don't want to come out, you won't find me," said the other party.
Fang Yi shook his head, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette.
The smoke from the cigarette curled up in the dimly lit room, making Fang Yi's face somewhat hazy, but his chiseled features were sharp as ever, like a knife's edge.
