Yang Fan had already sensed the movement of those people and understood their intentions.
These people wanted to split into three groups, flank him from both sides. Yang Fan had anticipated this outcome from the moment his position was exposed.
The man leading them was also very clever. By speaking some nonsense, he diverted Yang Fan's attention, buying time for the others to launch their assault.
If this continued, Yang Fan knew his end would be tragic.
The opponent had over a hundred men, all fully armed. At most, he could kill ten people each time he attacked, but even if he killed ten people, over a hundred others would fire at once, leaving Yang Fan with no chance of survival or escape. What could he do? Time was running out, and without a plan, it was truly over...
Unknowingly, sweat also beaded on Yang Fan's forehead. This time, he was genuinely afraid.
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