In the martial arts tournament battle, Ye Xuan's fame has spread far and wide.
The mysterious figure dared to appear so boldly, clearly full of confidence. If not a conceited fool, then certainly someone with absolute strength!
Ye Xuan really wants to curse: "Why can't these troubles ever be resolved?"
Half an hour later, Ye Xuan arrived at the Eastern Group.
Snake Lord had been waiting in the parking lot. Seeing Ye Xuan get out of the car, he quickly approached to greet him, bowing his head respectfully, "Master."
"Hmm, where's the person?" Ye Xuan nodded and asked.
"Still on the rooftop," Snake Lord said. "He hasn't moved the whole time, so the madams are all safe for now."
"Is he waiting for me?"
Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a strange smile. Such an arrogant person was indeed rare to see.
