"If it were before, I naturally wouldn't dare, but now, look at you guys—only two of you are left alive, and both are seriously injured. Do you really think you can take me on?" Qing Lang laughed heartily, his lecherous gaze constantly falling on Wan Fei.

Hearing Qing Lang's words, Wan Fei's face grew colder, but she knew that at this moment, they were indeed no match for Qing Lang's group.

There's always tomorrow. Once she recovered her strength, she would settle the score with these bastards.

"Hmph, even a wolf is worth fighting over? I really wonder how poor your Qing Lang group must be. Fine, you can have this wolf. Chang Ying, let's go!" Wan Fei decisively turned to leave.