Chapter 820: Is Third Master Bo Here

Yeh Hannian can forge a bond of mutual admiration with Nan Jiaojiao because they both despise betrayal.

And now, Nan Jiaojiao stood against him, the scene pierced his eyes, and the pain drilled down to his heart.

“Nice one…” Yeh Hannian laughed in extreme anger, his lips gradually tightened, “Nice one!”

White Fox felt uncomfortable listening to his tone and immediately wanted to retort, but Nan Jiaojiao tugged at his sleeve.

White Fox turned his head, and she gave him a quiet look.

Yet, White Fox was still indignant, snorting coldly, and cursed silently: Ignorant!

If it weren’t for them buying time with Li Jian, Yeh Hannian wouldn’t have even made it to this forest.

White Fox hadn’t expected Yeh Hannian to be more useless than he imagined.

Not far from his territory, yet he hadn’t prepared for support, he even let his so-called Uncle Five return to Mingzhou first.

With internal and external troubles, it’s no wonder others are hindering.

He didn’t know if Yeh Hannian had thought of these things, but looking at his state, he seemed cornered and desperate.

“Alright, come on, catch me if you can.”

Li Jian was expressionless, took a drag on his cigar, and said in a deep voice, “Attack.”

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers behind him gradually formed an encircling trend but did not act recklessly, and Yeh Hannian’s men were also numerous.

Li Jian’s team attacked from the edges, breaking through one by one, the further inside, the harder it was to deal with.

The men around Yeh Hannian were all skilled enough to fight one against a hundred.

This ignited the fighting spirit within Li Jian, he drew the gun from his back and fired, clashing with the bullet Yeh Hannian shot towards him in mid-air.

That shot seemed like a signal flare, suddenly many of Yeh Hannian’s men appeared, and during a brief clash, Yeh Hannian’s side surprisingly gained the upper hand.

“Damn!”

Li Jian had half a cigar left in his mouth, took a big drag, and spewed thick white smoke from his lips and teeth.

“Has that kid arrived?”

The Deputy General quickly disengaged and retreated in front of Li Jian, “Yes, he has.”

“Go contact them.”

“Yes!”

The Deputy General retreated into the safety perimeter, his gaze sweeping over the Killing Alliance people.

These masked individuals were either squatting on rocks or standing, either smoking or eating sweets, their guns tucked neatly at their waists, not a spark of fire appeared.

They watched the scene blatantly.

None favored any side but did not intervene, if claimed neutrality, it sure looked too irritating.

Also watching the scene were two men on the third floor of the lodge, on the open-air balcony.

Bo Yanching’s industry spans globally, even war-torn places were not spared, the hotels or lodges inside and outside the primeval forest were his.

People carrying gold wanting to make riches in Mingzhou, reach here are exploited a layer.

Without replenishing supplies or acquiring weapons and medicine for the forest and desert ahead, it’s all dangerous territory.

Only here can one be assured no one dares to move, deemed as a safe zone.

“Really reckless, how could he start fighting here?

This time he’s too impatient.”

Yaen Chi held his cigarette, leaned sideways against the railing, his fingers twirling around the hanging vines.

From this angle, the view was wide.

Though not completely clear, it was enough to watch the commotion.

Three factions, one neutral, and the other two fighting to the death.

“Master, Colonel Li’s Deputy General is calling.”

Behind him, a man resembling a butler, around forty years old, held out a phone approachingly.

Intending to hand it to Bo Yanching.

Bo Yanching didn’t take it, Yaen Chi took it instead and turned on the speaker.

“This is Yaen Chi, speak.”

The other party hesitated for a moment, “Young Master Yaen, is Third Master Bo there?”