In less than half a minute, the remaining assassins were all twisted into pretzels by Gu Yelin and thrown onto the ground!
The Twelve Blood Generals watched Gu Yelin, who exuded an aura of murderousness, with twitching corners of their mouths and trembling hearts.
Indeed, he's the man Miss chose—truly fierce!
"Remove their jaws, bind them up!"
At Gu Yelin's command, the Twelve Blood Generals and the Gu Family Iron Guards promptly stepped forward and started to tie up the assassins with elaborate bindings as if joining in the excitement.
"Lao San!" Old Master An looked at Gu Yelin as he strode over, his gaze shifting towards An Zhifeng and the others, "Are they your people?"
"No, they are Qing's people," Gu Yelin shook his head, giving the An Family members a careful once-over, "Grandpa An, how are you all?"
