Having been slapped again, Zhang Wenlu was somewhat stunned. Just a moment ago, he had held the upper hand, controlling Ye Fan's life and death, but in the blink of an eye, the situation had reversed. Ye Fan had become the boss, and he had become the underling. The great disparity was something Zhang Wenlu found hard to accept.
He had been hit with an anesthetic and centipede toxin, yet he was fine. Zhang Wenlu couldn't figure it out; even if his father had been here in person, he doubted he could have achieved this. How had Ye Fan done it? Zhang Wenlu looked at Ye Fan with suspicion. After all, he was the scion of a medical prominent clan. Although he was a good-for-nothing, years of influence meant he knew a bit about medicine.
Ye Fan looked at Zhang Wenlu coldly and said, "Tell your men to put down their weapons and surrender, or I'll crush you."
