Ye Fan walked towards Meng Hao, and everyone's hearts trembled along with him, especially those on Meng Hao's side, whose hearts pounded like drums.
"Ye Fan, what can you do to me? Even though I couldn't capture Qiu Wen to threaten you this time, I can still walk away with ease." Meng Hao relied on the twelve Subordinate Guards by his side and was reckless, suppressing the fear in his heart, and roared arrogantly at Ye Fan.
"Ignorant fool, do you really think you can leave here alive? What a joke." Ye Fan sneered with disdain.
"I admit, your strength is formidable, but you're too arrogant." Meng Hao got angry.
"Heh." Ye Fan laughed coldly.
Then his figure darted forward, charging directly ahead, while commanding, "Don't let a single one escape."
"Yes." The underlings surged forward like madmen.
Han Bihong and ten women moved opportunistically, locking their targets entirely on the twelve Subordinate Guards.
