"Listen up! Don't even think about pulling any tricks. We all serve the Saint Heir. If you dare to cause any trouble, we'll cut you down where you stand!" the man in the lead warned, watching Ye Qingchen with a wary eye.
The foreigners they had captured in the past always trembled with fear upon seeing them. But this guy wasn't just unafraid—he looked downright thrilled! He was clearly looking down on them.
Ye Qingchen shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright, alright, I get it. Why are you being such a nag?"
The lead man's face instantly darkened. "Hmph! Just you wait! Take him away!" With a wave of his hand, the group surrounded Ye Qingchen and began to lead him away.
Suddenly, several loud shouts echoed from the distance. "Stop! Let go of our Junior Brother!"
Qin Chuan and the others came running over in a hurry.
"Who are you people! How dare you capture my Junior Brother!" Cheng Lu shouted, stepping forward with his weapon drawn.
