"Thanks to Brother Chen," Lin Murong said with a smile.
Chen Yuan looked at his expression and felt a bit nauseated.
His men had basically been decimated.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that these three people could be so formidable, decimating so many of his men.
They incapacitated each one that came, one after another.
When more than half of his men had been injured or killed, Chen Yuan had considered cutting his losses in time, but he just couldn't let it go.
He didn't want to let that woman go and he couldn't bear the loss of so many of his men. He kept thinking, "They can't really be that powerful, can they?"
He thought that if he sent a few more capable men, they could definitely take them down.
But the outcome was truly saddening.
All his men were gone.
And they hadn't suffered at all.
Thinking about it was enough to bring tears.