It's over, completely over!
Ye Rongheng, already nearly a dead man, stood still, silent.
He had nothing to say; in victory a king, in defeat a bandit, any more words were superfluous.
"Ye Rongheng, my woman is off-limits, and the Murong Family, too, yet you insist on this, you can't blame anyone else for your fate today; besides, I've said that tonight, you will die, that's the consequence of touching my woman." Yang Fan stood up from the couch and took two steps forward.
Ye Rongheng suddenly raised his head, the word "death" forcing him to consider how to leave safely.
The only move left was the New Righteous Society.
"Yang Fan, you've won. If you want to kill me here, you can't be that foolish. Everyone saw you come in. If you kill me, the police won't let you go." Clinging to a last hope, Ye Rongheng stared at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan called Awei in from outside the door, to help Murong Yan up from the sofa: "You go back first, wait for me at home."