"Whether this is a dream or not, I don't know. Lian Qingyang, against twenty men...do you think you have any chance of winning?" Meng Yanzhi lightly laughed, his eyes filled with disdain as if mocking Lian Qingyang's overestimation of his own strength.
These twenty men are all thugs hired by Meng Yanzhi. While not all of them are terrifyingly strong, each one is definitely skilled enough to take on two opponents.
At this moment, Lian Qingyang, battered and bruised all over, let alone the places he was hit, his movements also started slowing down.
Yu Zhaodi was anxious and upset, yet powerless to help in any way.
Tang Yue's pupils constricted, she said, "Meng Yanzhi, what do you want me to do?"
Tang Yue wondered in her heart about the one in ten thousand chance that Mo Siyu would descend from the sky and appear before her like a guardian deity.
Unfortunately... this was really just a one in ten-thousand possibility.
