Worried about Xiao Mei's injuries, Bai Xiaofan gradually moved the front line closer to her side.
In this way, if Xiao Mei were in any danger, he could respond immediately.
"Don't come over here, hurry up and kill that Tim, I can handle these trash by myself!"
Noticing Bai Xiaofan's intention, Liu Mei slightly flicked her whip, and commanded in a delicate voice.
Alright, since Xiao Mei said so, Bai Xiaofan no longer hesitated.
His fists, as if wound up, swung so fast that the crowd could hardly see them.
In an instant, dozens of bodies lay at Bai Xiaofan's feet.
Yet, lured by money, these people seemed unafraid of death, still charging at Bai Xiaofan.
Not only that, but a group of people was rapidly approaching from afar.
This group had about seven to eight hundred people, led by a bald man wearing a tattered hemp garment!
But when this man came close, everyone couldn't help but pause in their expressions.
Then, a look nearly akin to worship filled their eyes.
