The night wind howled, the flickering flames casting Ma San's ferocious face into the likeness of an evil ghost. Dozens of men in black behind him wielded weapons, murderous intent radiating from them as they completely surrounded the entire courtyard. That fierce aura was enough to curdle the blood of any ordinary martial artist.
"Hehehe," Ma San's cold, sinister laughter echoed in the night sky, carrying a trace of playful mockery like a cat toying with a mouse. "Ye Fan? I never expected you brat to actually run here and throw your life away! Perfect, it saves me the trouble of coming to hunt you down!" His gaze swept greedily over Su Qingxue's graceful curves before turning back to Ye Fan, full of cruel gratification as if looking at a fish on a chopping board.
Ye Fan's expression remained calm. Supporting Su Qingxue's delicate arm, he gently shielded her behind him. Facing Ma San's overbearing arrogance, he merely offered a faint smile, his voice not loud, yet clearly ringing in everyone's ears: "Ma San, you talk too much nonsense. If you want to make a move, do it quickly and don't waste my time."
Chapter 83