Qian Muyang stood there with a grim face, truly feeling that everything was going wrong. Now that his right-hand man Qian Wenxing had left, who else could he rely on? Chu Qing was ultimately too inexperienced.
As Qian Wenxing hesitated, footsteps sounded at the door, followed by a familiar figure walking in. Yang Fan waved as he walked: "Hey, President Qian, how are you?"
Qian Muyang's mouth dropped open; it was more shocking than seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
How is this possible?
Absolutely impossible. This kid couldn't just walk in at his ease.
Where are the people at the door?
Where are those bodyguards? Those experts?
It's over. Qian Muyang knew that these people were dead; that's why Yang Fan was able to stroll in.
He couldn't fathom it. Dragon Patrol Island was his territory, where every place was heavily guarded by elite troops, masters were everywhere, and not to mention his villa, not even a fly could enter...
