The man asked again, looking curious.

Ye Zhongming looked at him and said, "I know you are chasing me, and your purpose is to hold me back. But before that I was not called escape, but strategic retreat."

The man was stunned for a moment, and he felt more and more that the King of Genting was not normal, and seemed to have some brain problems.

He had to open his mind and guess whether he had to reach the peak of the end of the world and had to have some mental illness?

"But, you are really not afraid, pursuers?"

Ye Zhongming shook his head, "Do you think it's a great achievement to pretend to be like this and talk to me a few words to delay my time? Do you even think I'm stupid and can't even see the delay tactics?"

"No, no, how could that happen?" The man smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to leave, but that I can't leave. Someone has arrived when I attacked the Kunpeng on the Liebow. I can't leave. I'm right, Mr. Wen..."

After Ye Zhongming finished speaking, he looked at a plain ground a hundred meters away from the battlefield.

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Chapter completed!