Zhang Xiaofei, who was about to retreat, stopped.
He couldn't just give up like that.
The Great Demon King, Ye Fan, was in this courtyard. It was an opportunity won by the sacrifice of his companions.
He took out the two Desert Eagles from his waist.
These two guns came from the Wangbei Army, supposedly acquired from the Rakshasa, given to him by the Zhang Brothers.
Originally, he was almost selected for the national shooting team; now, as an Evolver with heightened senses, he had absolute confidence in his marksmanship.
The only fear was not seeing Ye Fan, but as long as he did, he was sure of a kill.
He moved along the shadow of the wall towards the courtyard.
A patrol passed in front, but they didn't seem very alert.
Zhang Xiaofei, who had prepared for a fierce battle, unexpectedly managed to sneak in.
"It seems that the core of danger is actually safe."
He stealthily slipped into the courtyard and suddenly saw a figure heading towards the side door.
"Ye Fan!"
