Now that the situation has collapsed, the only thing Chen Nanfei has left is the batch of musketeers on the rooftop.
"Chen Nanfei, you've lost!" Ye Chen said with a cold smile, "If you surrender now, I might consider leaving you an intact corpse. If you don't surrender, hmm, don't blame my two hundred brothers each for giving you a stab!"
"Ye Chen, do you think you've truly won?" Chen Nanfei sneered, waving his hand and saying, "I still have more than fifty musketeers!"
"Yes, but are your musketeers still yours?" Ye Chen smiled suggestively.
Chen Nanfei was stunned, as if he realized something was wrong. He quickly turned his head to look at the rows of musketeers on the rooftop, and was shocked to see their dark gun barrels aimed at him. Chen Nanfei immediately shouted: "Bastards, what are you doing? Aim the guns at the enemy!"
