"Damn, it looks like Song Yun is indeed the expert the intelligence reports made him out to be!"
Having mingled in the crowd, Young Master Ying's mind was gradually overtaken by thoughts of retreat.
Moreover, he never dreamed that the higher-ups would spend such a fortune to protect Song Yun!
Looking at the situation at hand, it seemed they had dispatched three elite squads specifically to ensure Song Yun's safety!
This time, he had really kicked an iron plate!
"No, no, I have to leave. If I keep this up, I'm afraid we'll all be wiped out in less than five minutes!"
Young Master Ying slowly backed away, aiming to escape through someone else's blind spot, but he discovered a chilling object pressed against the small of his back.
"Young Master Ying, our brothers are fighting a bloody battle for you, and yet you're thinking of running away without even engaging Song Yun. How can you face those who have died?"