"In the end, I'm still your Ninth Uncle." Si Yehan stared at Si Xia, who was caught off guard. "Give up or else you will die."
"You…!"
Si Xia fuming with rage between gritted teeth. "Don't pretend to be my Ninth Uncle! You don't have that right!"
"I'll say it again." Si Yehan was expressionless. "Give up."
At this moment, a fleet of black military off-road vehicles had driven onto the battlefield from the rear without notice.
Everyone turned to the off-road vehicles that appeared abruptly with alarm.
A second later, the vehicles stopped and three men and one woman stepped out of the vehicle in the front while a team of well-trained people dressed entirely in black rapidly descended from the other off-road vehicles behind it.
Ye Wanwan narrowed her eyes. "These people are…"
Nameless Nie's hands suddenly clenched into tight fists, and he muttered with a dark expression, "The Arbitration Council…"
