In a sinking voice, Ye Feng asked.
He was still constantly thinking about the basement of Cai Shaohong’s villa, where he had sensed divine spiritual influence.
“It depends on whether you have enough strength or not for that.”
The skeleton masked man also replied in a low voice and then said that he himself was just an average person, even if he had a pistol, but still he couldn’t pose a threat to Cai Shaohong. Otherwise, he had been ambushing for one year, had long been personally killed Cai Shaohong.