There was no shooting, no siege, or even a strong counterattack, just Dugu Shang's unilateral massacre.

At this moment, Dugu Shang is the God of War, bringing murderous intent and death wherever he goes.

There were piles of corpses at Dugu Shang's feet, and the entire teahouse became silent.

Even the wind blowing in was mixed with rich blood.

There were only a dozen or so people left in the braided young man's group, who were suppressed and shivering in the corner.

Butler Ling and the others looked at the scene in front of them in a daze.

The group of jackals that were densely packed just now turned into dead dogs in the blink of an eye.

This is really shocking to the vision and mind.

Although the braided young men were not afraid of death and were still proud of their low lives, they still couldn't help but collapse when they saw Dugu Shang killing people like this.

Not being afraid of death does not mean that you will not die, nor does it mean that you are willing to die casually.

It was difficult for the braided young man to accept being cut off like vegetables.

While he hijacked Ling Anxiu and hid behind him, he pointed a gun at Ye Fan and shouted:

"Who are you? Why are you going against us jackals?"

"Have you thought about the consequences of killing so many of my brothers?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am Ganlav, the young master of the Jackal Legion!"

"If you kill me, my father and the others will never let you go!"

The braided young man knew that he was not powerful enough for Ye Fan, so he took on a prominent identity in order to survive.

But Ye Fan didn't waver at all, and said calmly: "Let him go, I will give you a happy life!"

"Let him go?"

The braided young man laughed wildly: "Give me a good time?"

"You want me to release people, but you also want to kill me. Are you out of your mind?"

Then he took Ling Anxiu's hair and took a step forward.

"ah--"

Ling Anxiu's hair was pulled and she staggered forward. The woman was in pain and couldn't help but let out a scream.

The braided young man showed no pity for her, nor did he care about Ye Fan's cold eyes.

He slapped Ling Anxiu's pretty face: "I won't let him go, what can you do?"

Ye Fan and his gang killed more than two hundred people and wanted him to let others die. This was very exciting to the braided young man who had always been arrogant.

With the broken jar broken, he stared at Ye Fan rebelliously, the resentment and resentment clearly visible on his face.

Ling Anxiu's cheek hurt, and people felt pity for her, her eyes were dazzled, showing the charm of a weak woman.

Then, she looked at Mark and whispered: "Mark, I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me!"

Seeing the braided young man treating Ling Anxiu like this, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

He nodded to Ling Anxiu: "Anxiu, don't worry, I will take you home safely."

Feeling Ye Fan's concern, Ling Anxiu smiled sweetly, very delicately, very charmingly, and with an indescribable brilliance.

"Give you ten seconds!"

Ye Fan raised his head and shouted to the braided young man: "If we don't let him go, the entire jackal army will die, including your father."

"You want the entire jackal army to die? Who do you think you are? One of the top ten gambling kings?"

The braided young man laughed wildly: "Even an overlord like the Yang family can't annihilate our jackal army."

"If you want me to release her, you must get out first and then let me go back to the slums, otherwise I will die with her."

He hoped to run back to the base camp as soon as possible. There were thousands of brothers and sisters there, and Ye Fan couldn't carry so many people no matter how hard he fought.
Chapter completed!