The women, led by Han Bihong, swept through the Ghost Squad like a wild storm clearing fallen leaves, resolving all of them.
"What a relief!"
"So satisfying!!"
"Ha ha, hahaha!!!"
The women were in high spirits, their bottled-up anger vented, each of them astoniously joyful, hugging each other, patting each other's backs, lost in their euphoria.
However, Chu Biyao hadn't snapped out of it yet, and complained, "Don't celebrate yet, I'm still completely exhausted."
Before Ye Fan arrived, she managed to feign calm, pretending like nothing was wrong. But now that the crisis had been resolved, she felt like a deflated balloon, completely powerless. This was the first time she'd encountered such a reversal; in the face of the savage Ghost Squad, she had been extremely fearful, her heart pounding with anxiety.
She worried that one of the Ghost members might get evil ideas and do something terrible to her.
"Don't worry, it's all over now." Ye Fan gently comforted.
