Ten minutes!
A full ten minutes!
Even though Zhou Fan and the other two had laid an ambush, going so far as to coat their golden needles in an anesthetic that slowed movement and clouded the mind, it still took them a full ten minutes to eliminate the seven men!
Worse still, all three of them had sustained injuries of varying degrees!
An opponent had sliced a gash over ten centimeters long across Fan's left ribs, deep enough to expose the bone—a grisly sight!
Zhou Fan had taken heavy blows to his right shoulder and left waist, and his right arm had been stabbed!
As for Chu Wen, who had been hiding in a tree, he was kicked to the ground when one of the men suddenly lashed out in a counterattack. He was now clutching his stomach, grimacing in pain!
"Xiaowen, you stay behind to maintain contact and provide support!"
