Despite Ye Fan's speed and strength far exceeding that of an ordinary person, it was still extremely difficult to silently take down twelve strong men in such a cramped space. Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly without any major mishaps, and now Ye Fan was facing only about ten opponents, more than half less than before.
Looking at the twelve men he had taken down, Ye Fan quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His actions just now had been like treading on thin ice; the slightest carelessness could have awakened the others who were still asleep. In that case, Ye Fan would have faced the beating of over twenty people. Even with his strong regenerative abilities, it would have damn hurt.
