The three commanders of the War Wolf Corps were not dead yet, but they had already lost their fighting spirit. They had reached a dead end with no hope of survival. Their hearts were filled with desolation.
The main reason for this situation was that they underestimated Ye Fan's strength.
To be honest, it wasn't that they underestimated Ye Fan; rather, their high estimation of Ye Fan had a significant deviation.
No one could have imagined that Ye Fan was so formidable.
How could he be strong enough to make them all feel ashamed?
As the three commanders of the Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps, they were renowned in Asia's underworld, laughing freely in their domain.
But now, they could no longer laugh. On the road to desperation, they had no way out. It was such a sorrowful situation.
"To die like this, it feels too unfair, too unwilling," War Wolf murmured to himself, his gaze distant.
But what use was unwillingness?
