Before An Le could make a sound, the door was kicked open, and a man and a woman walked in.
Seeing An Le lying on the bed, fully clothed, Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had arrived just in time.
"Who do you think we are?" Ye Xiong asked with a smile.
Suddenly faced with strangers, Gongsun Yang's expression changed drastically. With a flick of his wrist, three streaks of white light shot toward Ye Xiong and Angel.
Ye Xiong grabbed a nearby chair and held it up as a shield.
With a series of soft thuds, five silver needles embedded themselves deeply into the wood.
Ye Xiong's figure blurred into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of Gongsun Yang.
Gongsun Yang was shocked, realizing he was facing an expert. He fumbled for a handful of silver needles and hastily threw them.
Unfortunately, in his panic, they had almost no force behind them.