"Cowards!"
The first man spat out.
The burly man only snorted and didn't speak again.
Yao Yan watched their bickering, his eyes flashing coldly. Despite his wound, he remained calm and levelheaded.
"I see that you are indeed cowards," he said to his enemies. "But it doesn't matter. Know that whatever you do, my mean will fight until the very last one of us dies!"
His voice rang out and caused a buzz among his opponents. They discussed among themselves in hushed whispers.
Did Yao Yan's team have some trump card they were unaware of? Or was it that they were counting for backup to arrive?
Why were they unfazed even though the odds weren't in their favor?
Bai Jing, who stood beside Yao Yan, squared his shoulders and said, "Listen up, you hooligans! We of the Search Division will defend our Young Master Yao to the death. If you want to die, then come at us!"
His words echoed Yao Yan's earlier bravado.
