The fight was slightly easier than Yang Fan had anticipated.
Those terrifying masked individuals, surprisingly, were even frailer than the men wielding knives—basically one strike per person with the wooden mace.
This left Yang Fan questioning reality and feeling a little overconfident.
He couldn't tell whether it was because he was too strong, or those people were just too weak.
The life-and-death battle Yang Fan had imagined turned out to leave him completely unscathed.
However, he successfully rescued Wang Daqiang and the others.
It was practically perfect.
He crouched down and began collecting the items dropped by those people.
Anything that hadn't disappeared with their deaths must be valuable—he'd ask Mr. Fan about it later.
"Fanzi, why have you come to this place? And dressed like this?" Wang Daqiang finally couldn't hold back his excitement, quickening his steps to ask.
