"Pfft!!"
Fan Bayin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly retreated.
Beside him, Little Bai supported him, his face full of worry.
"Damn it, how come this group of guys, usually so lazy, are now fighting as if on drugs, not caring for their lives?" Spitting out another mouthful of bloody saliva, Fan Bayin looked down at his chest. There was a long, narrow knife wound, almost splitting his body from left to right.
Quickly stopping the bleeding, Fan Bayin finally had time to apply medicine to himself.
But beside him, the fierce ghosts he had summoned to fend off enemies had already perished three.
His heart was bleeding; refining such fierce ghosts was no simple task. But facing today's situation, he knew he had no choice but to fight.
"But... whatever!" Shaking his head, Fan Bayin stood up again, glancing around.
Everyone was fighting, even the boss's woman was no exception.
In such a situation, what reason did he have to rest?
"Old Fan!"
