C287 What Right Do You Have?!

Chen Yingrou pressed herself into the corner, breathing heavily. The sight of Chen Feng's face, emotionless and icy like a demon from hell, sent a shiver from her heels to the crown of her head.

Chen Feng was unbelievably fast. The door was a good seven or eight meters away, yet he had stopped in an instant!

Had she not dodged Chen Feng's punch and instead recklessly plunged her dagger forward.