"Master Ye! Master Ye, save me!" Gael lunged forward, like he had found a lifeline, clutching Ye Qiu's calf desperately.
"Quickly, let go of me!" Ye Qiu lifted his leg and shook Gael off, utterly exasperated!
What is up with today?
Wasn't I just here in the United States to handle Mia'er's matter? Why am I encountering so many eccentrics one after another?
At this moment, Ye Qiu recognized Gael!
Gael was an American he unintentionally saved three years ago, back then Gael was still a leader of a small faction in the Dark World, quite arrogant, loved to fight, but very loyal, Ye Qiu thought he had some merits.
"F*ck! Kill kill kill! Kill them!"
"Gael, you are still looking for people, let me tell you, today no matter who you find it's useless!"
"Gael, you're dead!"
In Ye Qiu's moment of helplessness, another group dressed in black rushed forward, their eyes bloodshot, charging fiercely regardless of who was in front of them, and many raised their machetes aiming at Ye Qiu.
