"That's a good question! I was just about to ask you." Ye Tianfan snorted coldly, casting a murderous glance at the two men in black.
In an instant, an immense sense of pressure surged forth. The two men in black instinctively stepped back, wanting to distance themselves from Ye Tianfan. But at that moment, Ye Tianfan's figure moved like a specter, close to the two men, giving them no chance to increase the distance between them.
Ye Tianfan knew they were trying to draw their guns!
They relied on the protection of liquid metal armor beneath their skin. If they managed to distance themselves and suppress him with firepower, they could gain the upper hand. Perhaps they wouldn't be able to kill Ye Tianfan this way, but they could certainly harm Yan Feishuang, giving themselves a chance to escape.
"Trying to distance yourself?" Ye Tianfan sneered, his voice low. "Do you have that ability?"
