"Commander Qisha, you've got to be joking, right? We had a deal! We even agreed on the terms. You were going to get us out of here. You can't go back on your word!"
Ye Fei whipped his head around to face Qisha, his expression one of utter disbelief. A flicker of despair even surfaced in his eyes.
Ye Fei had never considered himself a match for Zhou Fan—not over a year ago when he conspired with a group to assassinate him, and certainly not today, seeing him again.
That was why he'd chosen to flee the moment he saw Zhou Fan fighting Luo Ming. In his mind, no matter how strong Luo Ming was, he stood no chance against Zhou Fan. That was the one thing he knew for certain about his former boss.
Zhou Fan never made a move unless he was certain of victory.
