Yang Fan leaned against the sofa, revealing a weary smile: "It won't be long before you can go home."
Yu Wanrong believed him; for some reason, despite Yang Fan's young age, she always managed to see a hopeful and inspiring presence emanating from him, a feeling that was only supposed to be visible in men weathered by life's hardships. Yu Wanrong didn't know if this was just her illusion.
...
Tonight, the headquarters of the Blood Tooth Hall was brightly lit, with everyone sensing the grave tension of an impending battle.
In the vast room, Bai Tianyou stood with his hands on his hips, his expression waxing and waning uncertainly, while Chang Kun and Brother Ghost stood before him.
"Bullshit, Kun! You can't even handle a woman. Over twenty men, fully armed, and less than ten return. Tell me, what are you good for?" Bai Tianyou was unable to contain his rage.