"You… you dare…"
On the ground, Uncle Qiu struggled to get up. When he saw Ye Fan bleeding from all seven orifices, he felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.
Ye Yunfeng had entrusted him to protect Ye Fan at all costs. How could Ye Fan have become a complete cripple just moments after leaving Tianhai Port?
Xu Ke revealed a gentle smile, but in Uncle Qiu's eyes, he was a demon. "Stop wasting your breath. With that energy, you should be thinking of a way to save your own lives."
"What… what do you want?" Ye Fan struggled to say, lying on the ground. He was in so much pain that his entire body was rigid; he couldn't even move a finger. To make matters worse, a throwing knife was still embedded in his other hand. Because Xu Ke's kick had been so savage, ripping the hand he had pinned to the wall completely free, the throwing knife had torn the wound even deeper.
Uncle Qiu's expression immediately became uncertain…
Save our lives? Is there some secret we can trade for our lives?
