Fang Yi didn’t know what the waitress was thinking. All he knew was that after he captured her, those people around him were still trying to attack him.
These people clearly looked well-trained, which didn’t surprise Fang Yi. As a mber of the Dragon Team, even an ordinary Jiaolong Guard is comparable to a special forces soldier.
Fang Yi just didn’t understand what they ant. He had no grievances with that person in charge, hadn’t even t them, and yet they were trying to target him as soon as they arrived. It was unreasonable.
Could it be that Zhao Guosheng wants to harm ?
That thought crossed his mind, but Fang Yi quickly dismissed it. He was never afraid to assu the worst in others, but he wouldn’t accuse soone without reason.
Old Zhao must have a reason for doing this.
Moreover, he should know what kind of strength Fang Yi had now. If he truly wanted to kill him, these people wouldn’t be enough.
Aside from manpower, firepower weapons are also an essential factor. If these people thought sheer numbers would kill him, it was a joke.
"Don’t co closer, or I might not know what I’ll do next," Fang Yi said in a light, teasing tone as he watched them slowly approach.
Those people approached Fang Yi without saying a word.
"You think I won’t kill you, right? Maybe you’re underestimating . I won’t kill you, but I could cripple you. Don’t doubt it," Fang Yi repeated, as if muttering to himself.
They still didn’t listen.
"Sigh!" Fang Yi suddenly sighed, "You’re forcing ."
Without glancing at the surrounding people closing in, Fang Yi retrieved a lighter from his pocket. Without hesitation, he ignited the tablecloth on the nearby table.
In an instant, the flas erupted, illuminating the teahouse brightly.
Fang Yi’s gaze swiftly swept across the surroundings.
Hmm???
Suddenly, Fang Yi saw a sowhat familiar figure.
Was he seeing things?
Probably not.
Regardless of whether he was mistaken, Fang Yi made a decision in his heart. He couldn’t stay, nor could he bring anyone with him. He needed to get out quickly.
Without another word, Fang Yi pushed the captured waitress forward, swiftly pulled the still-burning tablecloth, and tossed it aside.
The teahouse instantly descended into chaos, and Fang Yi walked in a certain direction.
Why walk?
Because there were too many people here; it wasn’t open enough to dash out directly. He could only break through step by step.
After a brief confrontation, Fang Yi quickly understood their strength; it was similar to that of the waitress, even sowhat inferior to the Jiaolong Guards. They were just ordinary Human Level masters, with the highest only around three or four levels.
Fang Yi’s mind quickly realized sothing fishy!
Just in a mont, one suspicion followed another, and Fang Yi wasn’t stupid. He soon vaguely guessed so of their intentions.
But regardless of their intentions, Fang Yi didn’t want to stay behind; that slightly familiar figure made it impossible for him to stay.
That night on the solitary island at sea was a wonderful experience, indeed unforgettable for Fang Yi, but he still felt a bit guilty about it. The woman had said then she wouldn’t let him go easily.
It’s not that Fang Yi was afraid, but now wasn’t the right ti to et.
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