"Brother Lang, what should we do now? Let Shan Yue and Cheng Yan go just like that?" Ah Yong, who was lying on the sofa at the side, finally spoke, but his voice was still very weak. "Isn't this equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain? It won't be possible to have such an opportunity again."
"Then what do you think we should do? If you can't defeat that Shan Yue, how can the others?" Lang Nan was already getting impatient, a large part of it caused by his persistently painful cheek. "Now, other than letting them go, tell me a better way."
At this point, not only Ah Yong, but all the bodyguards fell silent.
This was because what Lang Nan said was indeed the truth. Even if the other party had Cheng Yan, who did not have any martial strength, everyone in the room together could not defeat Shan Yue and Chang Ling.
