Ling Fan was about to deal with Xiang Hao when he saw Xiang Luo charging over with a momentum like a rainbow, and he couldn't help but feel helpless, realizing that Xiang Hao really had some luck; whenever it was critical, he somehow managed to live a bit longer!
"Damn it, you're one lucky bastard, I'll let you live a little while longer!" Ling Fan snorted lightly and then turned to look towards the approaching Xiang Luo.
Xiang Hao's throat was dry, and his back was covered in cold sweat. If Ling Fan wasn't dealt with soon, it would be like having a thorn in his side; he was genuinely afraid.
"Big brother, you must kill this son of a bitch!" Xiang Hao trembled inwardly.
Zha You was just as nervously on edge. He and Xiang Hao were in the same boat now—if there was trouble, neither could escape the other!
"Damn, Xiang Luo, the Great God, you'd better come through. I'm putting all my wealth and life in your hands," Zha You muttered to himself with a trembling voice.
