"Hold on for me, if I don't bring Zhang Lang back for trial today, how can I explain to the brothers on the street of Jianghuai City tomorrow?!" Yan Bu'Er glared at Deng Fan.
"Yes!" Deng Fan nodded, gritted his teeth, and charged back into the battlefield. The fighting on site seemed to show a one-sided trend.
The battle between the two sides continued, but the Flame Dragon Gang's initial overwhelming advantage had turned into a fight and retreat situation. As they kept retreating, Yan Bu'Er sighed helplessly while looking at the situation on site, saying, "With me, Yan Bu'Er, in Jianghuai City, why does there need to be a Ye Chen? If I was born, why was Ye born too?"
