Zhao Rui had no objection to this proposal: "I'll make arrangements right away."
Zhao Rui left, and Sha Baichuan continued to stay in the cabin, listening to the sound of the waves outside the window, his thoughts uneasy.
Back in the day, Sha Baichuan had taken the Skull Society from an obscure small mercenary corps to the height of being ranked seventh in the world.
For so many years, he had always been confident, even arrogant.
In countless encounters with enemies, he had never suffered a complete defeat, or had been consistently on the losing side.
But now, facing Yang Fan, that confidence seemed to be crumbling bit by bit.
The reason was none other than that Yang Fan was too extraordinary. At such a young age, he had already achieved so much. Given time, what kind of unstoppable force would he become?
