Watching the excitement unfold from the second-floor window, Jiao Fuping was about to explode with rage. He and An Dongye had been standing there, waiting to enjoy a massacre. But then Ye Xiu suddenly appeared and, with a single sentence, turned the promised spectacle into nothing.
"Damn it! Ruining my fun again." Jiao Fuping gritted his teeth in anger.
An Dongye was extremely anxious. Until now, she had no idea that Ye Xiu was Huang Quan. Consequently, she was terribly worried he wouldn't stand a chance against the short, stout man and the tall, thin man.
She took a deep breath and yelled, "Little brother, run! Both of them are masters beyond the War God realm; you can't beat them!"
"It's too late for a reminder now." Jiao Fuping wore a mocking expression as he suddenly asked with confusion, "So, you came to save Song Yushu on behalf of Ye Liangchen, but why do you call him 'little brother'?"
