Poor Wang Jue

Li Qiang and Gui Zu returned to the original position and glanced at each other while shaking their heads, indicating they didn't find anything. 

"Where is Qiao Fan?" Li Qiang frowned and looked in the direction that Qiao Fan left.

Gui Zu's expression changed. He cursed. "That bastard has escaped!"

Li Qiang's face turned unsightly immediately. He quickly looked around and shouted. "Young Master Wang, Qiao Fas has escaped. What should we do now?"

In the far distance, Wang Jue heard this and couldn't help scolding. "These idiots." He glanced at the formation's eyes below his foot. He pondered before sending a sound transmission to Li Qiang and Gui Zu. "Yun Lintian could probably guess something and decide not to show up. You can contact him again. As for Qiao Fan, I will deal with him later."