Zhou Yifan quickly caught up with the two middle-aged men.
They split into two directions, left and right, and Zhou Yifan first caught up with the tall middle-aged man.
"Mr. Feng, my apologies." Zhou Yifan revealed himself, his face full of helplessness: "Please stay."
His sword light suddenly brightened, and with a "buzz" covered the tall middle-aged man with a sheet of sword light.
The tall middle-aged man met the attack with a palm, sneering: "Xiao Zhou, don't cause trouble for yourself!"
Zhou Yifan replied helplessly, "Mr. Feng, what other choice do I have? I can only choose to keep you both here."
"Paper can't wrap fire, Xiao Zhou, think it through."
"Stalling for time is still something. I can't let you two go back and report."
"Then don't blame us for taking you down with us, even at death's door."
"Rest assured, gentlemen, I won't kill you, just keep you here." As he spoke, the sword light brightened again, its speed suddenly increasing.
