"Godfather, in such a hurry to leave?" Xiang Yu noticed Sheng Wantao and his group trying to leave and quickly spoke up.
At this moment, Sheng Wantao and his group were most worried that Xiang Yu might keep them behind, so upon hearing Xiang Yu's words, they were momentarily stunned. Then, turning around with a forced smile, he said, "It's already very late, this old body of mine can barely hold up, so I will take my leave now."
Sheng Wantao was indeed finding it difficult to hold up. It was now two o'clock in the morning, and the life-and-death excitement from earlier was making it hard for him to endure.
Similarly, Wu Haotian wanted to get out of there every minute he could. The air was thick with the smell of blood, which greatly displeased him.
At the beginning, he had wanted to use Xiang Yu's hand to get rid of Zhang Lei, thinking Xiang Yu was just a dumb punk that he could completely control, but today he realized how wrong his earlier thoughts were.
