"Think you can run? Not so fast!" Xu Fan's figure moved, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the warehouse entrance, blocking the door. Although Ghostsheng Twelve's movements were ghostly swift, they were not as fast as Xu Fan's, which seemed like instant teleportation, and he was directly blocked by Xu Fan.
"Who exactly are you?" Ghostsheng Twelve, clutching the stump of his severed arm, asked Xu Fan with a pale face.
"I'm just here to collect a debt! Anyone who wants to harm my daughter, I'll make sure they disappear from this world forever," Xu Fan said coldly.
Song Qiang had just crawled out from under a table and hadn't even had the chance to check how badly his foot was injured when he heard Xu Fan's words, filled with murderous intent.
