"You..." Duanmu Chang was almost angry to death, but when he saw Ye Fan's cold eyes, he could only suppress his anger.

It is true that the arena is not purely about fighting and killing, but in this kind of close combat, fists still have the final say.

Duanmuchang had already experienced Yuan Qingyi's prowess and knew that he could not challenge Ye Fan.

He took a deep breath, looked at Ye Fan and struggled to say: "I'm sorry."

"Although this apology is worthless, for the sake of my nine thousand years, I still accept it."

Ye Fan wiped the blood from his hand on Duanmuchang's clothes: "But when you see me in the future, you should stay as far away as possible."

Duanmuchang was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to take action. He just bit his lip hard.

Miao Taidou completely recovered and touched the bloody mouth on his head, full of hatred and resentment, but he did not get entangled with Ye Fan anymore.

"Walk!"

He decisively led Duanmuchang and others out of the hall.

"Five tables and chairs, five hundred million."
Chapter completed!