"Alright, everyone, stop standing around."
Ye Xuan chuckled, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He said calmly, "Don't be polite, everyone, get on your knees!"
Ye Xuan's gaze was sharp and allowed no resistance from Ma Xiaodao and the others.
When he said kneel, Ma Xiaodao and the others had to kneel.
Not kneeling meant courting death.
"Damn! Who the hell do you think you are? No matter how things are, I'm a regional hero. Who the hell are you to make me kneel?"
Ma Xiaodao spat with a cold "ptui," nearly hitting Ye Xuan's face, and cursed harshly.
"What about you guys? Are you kneeling?"
Ignoring Ma Xiaodao, Ye Xuan's face turned cold, fury blazing in his eyes like knives as he swept his gaze over the others and asked.
"Why the hell should I..."
Before the word "kneel" could leave his mouth, Ye Xuan's body suddenly moved.
His expression was extremely cold, without a hint of emotion. He grabbed Ma Xiaodao's shoulder with one hand and snatched the knife from him.
"Screech!"
