Ling Zhenfei said, "It would be strange if those two didn't start fighting. This place isn't safe to stay for long, we need to leave immediately."
"Yeah, these people have all gone mad. I don't want to stay here any longer; who knows what might happen."
"Let's go!"
Although he had changed his clothes, Ling Zhenfei was somewhat dumbfounded. Phoenix was indeed beautiful, but she was just too cold, terrifyingly cold.
However, after changing into these clothes, she seemed not so cold anymore, yet even more different.
"What are you looking at? Let's hurry up and go."
The two of them exited the room only to see that outside had turned into a battlefield; the gunfire had stopped, but the Northern Spiritual Energy was swirling chaotically. Mo Long's men had actually started fighting with Qu Changsheng's men.
Ling Zhenfei knew this place was done for; even without government intervention, this place would end up deserted.
