Yan Bu'Er was stunned, a sanitary pad of Anruoyue was stuck on his face, covered in bright red blood. He quickly took it off, took one look, and was almost about to vomit last night's dinner. He shouted angrily, "Feng Zhixiao, fuck you!"
"Hehe, President Yan, I'm really sorry, we only have one, just make do, and I'll find one with less blood on it for you later!" Feng Zhixiao grinned.
"Ye Chen, I don't want to fight with you anymore!" Yan Bu'Er said with a cold smile, "I have only one request, hand over Zhang Lang to me!"
"Zhang Lang?" Ye Chen was momentarily stunned and then immediately understood, "Oh, Zhang Lang is now part of my Heaven-defying Gang, and you think you can just take him like that? You're really underestimating my Heaven-defying Gang!"
"So, you're planning to fight to the bitter end with my Flame Dragon Gang?!" Yan Bu'Er coldly stared at Ye Chen.
