Seeing that Chu Yan had only fainted and wasn't otherwise injured, Zhou Fan breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"May I ask your name? You're the one who killed my brother, Scarface, aren't you?"
When Zhang Lei saw Zhou Fan stop, a smug smile appeared on his face. He walked over with two men in black masks.
"My name is Zhou Fan. And yes, I killed him."
Zhou Fan said coolly, simultaneously gauging the distance between them.
'Five meters. If I were at my peak, this distance would be more than enough for me to strike before they could react.'
'But now... it'll be tough.'
"You've got balls, I'll give you that. He's all yours."
Zhang Lei nodded, then took a step back and spoke to the two men beside him.
Hearing this, the two men froze. They exchanged a look, utterly baffled.
'They were here to help deal with Chu Yan, sure, but that didn't include taking on *this* guy, Zhou Fan!'
'They had just watched him kill over forty men with their own eyes!'
"Let's get him together!"
