Yang Fan truly felt the madness of the Shifang Sect.
How can such a group of lunatics exist in the world?
To ordinary people, their existence is like a sword that could take lives at any moment.
These things should be experiencing the torment of hell over and over again.
That is their true destiny.
"Although my guess may not be accurate, you still need to be cautious," Mr. Fan said.
After Yang Fan agreed, Mr. Fan hung up the phone.
Looking at the screen gone dark, Yang Fan suddenly felt like his house was leaking in a stormy night, as if things were going from bad to worse, along with a deep sense of helplessness.
Strength, it's all about strength!
If he had enough strength, how could he allow them to be rampant? He would tear them to shreds.
"Did something bad happen again? Not in a good mood?" Zhou Yingnan asked softly, seeing Yang Fan's reaction.
"I just feel too passive, that's all," Yang Fan said with a faint smile.
