"Since you're not here for the sacred object, I think there might have been some misunderstanding between us."
"Given your skills, you should be accorded the respect you deserve. Our officer would be very willing to get acquainted with you."
The man visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and the eyes of one prepared for death quickly shifted.
However, perhaps because he had lost too much blood, his dark face showed some pallor, and his breathing became slightly rapid.
"Is that so? I would really like to meet your officer. But not now."
"I don't like putting my life and death in others' hands; for now, you should have your men head to the basement!"
"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if I accidentally slit your artery in excitement."
Yang Yan said coldly.
"All of you, retreat to the basement."
Feeling Yang Yan's dagger starting to cut into his neck, he hurriedly said.
Watching everyone enter the basement, Yang Yan turned and glanced at Elan.
