"This boxing champion is really strong, I'm not a match for him in a one-on-one fight!" Ivan Jaylin whispered to Ye Chenfeng and Long Williams.
However, Ye Chenfeng's attention wasn't on her, but on that refugee.
Ye Chenfeng naturally felt the refugee looking at him, he glanced back.
Beneath disheveled hair, a pair of exceptionally bright eyes faintly appeared.
When their eyes met, Ye Chenfeng was stunned.
Only then did everyone realize the last refugee was unusual. He was calm, composed, steady, particularly in such a deathly atmosphere, his eyes showed no ripple, like he completely ignored the boxing champion as if he were air.
"Cousin, will this refugee also die?" Sympathy appeared on Alice's face.
Long Williams nodded, "Yeah, the champion won't spare him!"
"This refugee seems a bit familiar!" Ivan Jaylin couldn't help but say.
"Hey, tr*sh! Can't even pick up a knife? Bang!"
