The moment he died, Xu Ke had seen Ouyang Shuang break through the encirclement. Having such a formidable Martial Artist on the loose left Xu Ke feeling deeply uneasy.
"That's right," Wang Wu nodded. "We couldn't stop her. Her strength is formidable. Even though I wounded her, escaping was simple."
"True," Xu Ke sighed.
"Let's go. We shouldn't waste any more time," Wong Qifu said.
"Get in the cars."
Several cars pulled up outside.
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At twelve-twenty, the night was pitch-black, but the street lamps were bright. Xu Ke and his group quickly arrived at the villa where Ye Chen and the other three were being held.
"Stay alert," Wong Qifu instructed.
The men outside all nodded in unison, their expressions guarded. They were a different group from the ones at the factory and had never seen Xu Ke before. They were merely curious about the unfamiliar face beside Wong Qifu.
Wasn't the Family Head's fiancé dead? Who is this man?
