After listening to Chu Yan's reminders, Zhou Fan walked out of the villa and saw several figures standing before him.
"Is Fan in trouble?"
After a quick glance at the group, Zhou Fan's eyes fixed on the man standing before him, whose left arm had been severed. He asked in a low voice, recognizing the man as Lao San of Wolf Fang.
"In the dense woods of the East City Suburb, the boss and I were pursuing the Assassination Squad when we ran into an ambush. Our casualties were heavy. The boss had us return to tell you that he went after them alone!"
Lao San nodded gravely, then suddenly dropped to his knees. "Please, Nether King, save our boss! He forbade us from contacting headquarters!"
As Lao San knelt, the men behind him followed suit. "Please, Nether King, save our boss!"
"Your fastest person, come with me. The rest of you stay here and help protect my wife!"
