"Yes!"
After hearing Ye Xunhuan admit it, the bald man reached out and touched his bald head, his face somewhat fierce as he said, "Kid, someone wants your head. If you don't want to suffer, just come with us quietly!"
"However, don't be afraid, at least you can still breathe this beautiful air and enjoy the taste of being alive!"
As he spoke, the bald man gently twisted his neck, and the cracking sound was endless, "Also, don't even think about running away. You don't stand a chance!"
As soon as the bald man's words fell, seven or eight fierce-looking, menacing men appeared behind Ye Xunhuan.
"Just with you guys?"
Ye Xunhuan laughed, his laugh full of scorn and disdain.
After hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, the bald man's face changed, "Kid, if you don't eat a toast, you must drink a forfeit. Attack!"
No sooner had the bald man's words fallen than Ye Xunhuan kicked off the ground, moving like a ghost directly towards the bald man, his terrifying speed stirring a gust of wind.