"So what?" Yang Tian asked indifferently.
Listening to Yang Tian's detached tone and his calm, unwavering gaze, Silver Wolf instantly realized that the man standing before him was no ordinary kind-hearted soul.
He was none other than the internationally renowned God of Killing, Mr. Yang!
Silver Wolf had been to South Africa before, so it was merely out of habit that he thought to remind Yang Tian about the hostility South African blacks have toward Chinese people. Especially in areas densely populated with blacks, violent incidents often occur.
But now, upon second thought, it seemed unnecessary.
If those blacks dared to lay a hand on Yang Tian, they'd truly be digging their own graves.
Silver Wolf immediately shook his head and chuckled, saying, "It's nothing, I just wanted to mention that blacks in densely populated areas here aren't particularly friendly toward Chinese people. But for someone as powerful as Mr. Yang, I doubt they'd even dare."
