"Kill them! Don't leave a single one alive! Dammit, how dare they come to our turf and cause trouble!" Qian Rong commanded arrogantly. He pointed at the men about to charge Metheus and cursed, "Fuck, are you idiots? Get back here and kill these small fries! Even I wouldn't dare take that guy on. What do you think you're doing?"
"Boss, good thing Bai Zhi got here when she did. If you'd gone down here, it would've been a huge loss for us brothers!" Seeing that the situation was under control, with only Metheus and a few of his men remaining, Qian Rong quickly steadied Zhou Fan.
"Hey man, it's no use if you guys don't go after Metheus. Your boss is half-crippled right now!" Fan, whom He Yi had just set down, patted Qian Rong's shoulder.
"We're all here. Why would the boss need to lift a finger?" Qian Rong glanced at Fan and almost burst out laughing at his appearance. Stifling his laughter, he turned to Zhou Fan. "Boss, Ying has arrived!"
