The huge tanks roared, and the grass chips flew with the tracks. When they passed, the department automatically cleared the field, leaving deep traces of tracks behind.

There is no one stopping it, nor can it be stopped.

"retreat!"

The fourth young master Fubang changed drastically. He threw down his wine glass and jumped back, but saw a drift of the chariot and thunder approaching.

The two bodyguards instinctively blocked them, but before they got close, they were swept out by the cannon barrel.

Unstoppable.

"Click—"

The next second, the long cannon barrel turned, and the muzzle just pressed against the head of the Fourth Young Master Fubang.

"Fubang, hand over Tang Ruoxue."

Ye Fan's voice was filled with the deep threat of deciding the death of thousands of people...
Chapter completed!