Qin Yuanhe's eyes contracted, he suddenly turned around and saw a young Chinese man.
Below his short cropped hair were eyes sharp and exposed.
His whole body exuded a fierce, formidable aura, rushing towards Qin Yuanhe.
Qin Yuanhe was taken aback after just one glance.
He instinctively gripped the remote control in his hand: "How did you get in?"
The young Chinese man was none other than Fan Yi.
Fan Yi stood straight as a javelin, his eyes casually observing Qin Yuanhe.
"Your men have already been defeated by us, surrender and I can spare your life."
"What, defeated?"
Qin Yuanhe could hardly believe his ears.
At the Hongmen headquarters, he had arranged five layers of blockade lines.
Could they really have been silently eliminated just like that?
Fan Yi was naturally cold and did not like to talk.
He raised the triangular military spike, looking coldly at Qin Yuanhe: "I'm giving you ten breaths' time. If you don't surrender, don't blame me for not showing mercy."
