Over a hundred people, all brought in, but they had been captured, each with their hands and feet bound, thrown into the room like dumplings, the floor blackened by the mass of bodies.
Brother Ghost was stunned; his hundred-plus men weren't just some easily defeated rabble, yet they had been taken care of in such a short time, and he hadn't heard a thing.
He could guess at the strength and numbers of the opponents.
Gradually, the once overbearing Brother Ghost, at this moment, also felt like he was being driven into a corner.
"Who exactly are you?" Brother Ghost asked in a deep voice.
With his right hand on Zhao Tianjiao's thigh, Yang Fan looked at Brother Ghost in front of him: "You don't need to know who I am. I just want you to understand, Zhao Tianjiao is my woman. From now on, don't come within a step of her."