The man was so frightened by Ye Fan's crazed actions that his legs went weak. Though they were seasoned in the Jianghu, the lethality of such weapons still overwhelmed them with fear, especially since the other party had fired shots. Another gunshot and they might be on their way to the afterlife.
"Young Master Ye, don't be rash. We're on the same side," the man said shivering, truly terrified by Ye Fan's presence. With half his body drenched in blood, Ye Fan resembled a figure fresh from a slaughterhouse, invoking fear in anyone who saw him.
Moreover, two bodies were lying on the ground, their fates unknown.
This sheer terror, coming from deep within and uncontrollable, overcame the man.
"Evidence!" Ye Fan said in a deep voice. He was still barely maintaining his lucidity but knew he didn't have much time left. He had to remove the bullet embedded in his bone to ensure rapid recovery. Before doing that, he needed to confirm the man's identity to avoid any attacks.
