"......" Qin Hai was dumbfounded, even to the point of madness, his mind filled with terror.
Wu Hao was a Dark-grade Sixth Rank expert, and the other black-clad bodyguards were all Yellow-grade Martial Artists. How could they be so easily defeated?
The hall fell into silence, with only the painful groans of the black-clad men spitting blood on the ground.
Su Qianqian, not caring whether Ye Tian was brutal or not, ran out with a worried expression and grabbed his arm, "Ye Tian, you should leave quickly!!"
"I... I will always wait for you."
"Hehe, your man is bound to die," Qin Hai raised his head with difficulty, his face full of resentment, and laughed coldly, "No matter how strong he is, can he withstand guns and cannons? Can he resist an entire army?"
