"Deng Biao, have you not heard that two tigers cannot share one mountain?"
Ye Jiping sneered coldly, her beautiful face flashing with a hint of viciousness.
Deng Biao looked around, Peng Hu had just over thirty men, while Ye Jiping had brought forty or fifty. As long as he could delay for time, once the reinforcements he was waiting for arrived, these people would be no more than shrimp with soft legs, not worth fearing.
After all, the men his father-in-law had left him were not comparable to these fools.
"Hmph!"
Deng Biao's face darkened, and he continued, "Do you dare to come here and provoke me today, not knowing who my backer is?"
"If he becomes enraged, Ye Jiping, how many livers do you have?"
