Those few who remained all surrendered their weapons, completely unable to withstand such psychological pressure, only hoping that Ye Xuan would spare them.
"Why has it come to this?"
Seeing the few remaining subordinates throw down their crossbows and cry out for surrender, Song Bangyao's eyes widened in shock, his face turned deathly pale, and he slumped to the ground.
He had thought his defenses were unbreakable, that not even a fly could get through, let alone Ye Xuan. The only way to breach them would be to dispatch police forces.
However, heaven had played a joke on him. Ye Xuan, alone and single-handed, had taken out the guards hidden in the yard, and laid everyone in his villa flat, leaving fewer than ten people standing.
Even these remaining forces had all surrendered, leaving Song Bangyao unable to accept the reality before his eyes.
Everything was completely different from what he had envisioned, his plans utterly disrupted!
