"Silver Spear, you were too rash."
Wan San looked deeply anxious and muttered, "You only made a verbal promise; you haven't signed a life-and-death contract yet."
"So there's still a chance."
"It's fine to lose a little face. I'll help you withdraw this matter. Just apologize."
Wan San looked at Ye Fan, his face full of worry.
After all, he did not know Ye Fan's true strength.
Judging by his realm alone, Ye Fan was merely in the Demigod Realm.
Meanwhile, Guta was a battle-hardened Void God Level expert who had spent years leading teams to hunt starry sky beasts in the Cosmic Starry Sky.
How could they fight?
Fight with his head?
"Heh heh, regret it? Apologize?"
At those words.
Guta's cold metal lips curled into a mocking arc.
"Regretting it and apologizing are fine. Crawl through my legs..."
Guta planted one foot on a chair.
"Guta, don't go too far!"
Wan San was truly furious.
"Heh heh, Manager Wan, what imposing authority. I'm acting like this, so what?"
Guta pressed aggressively.
"Heh heh, Manager Wan."
"Are you afraid this kid will get slaughtered and you'll lose your manager position?"
"You're far too selfish."
Xiong Xi fanned the flames from the side.
"You..."
Wan San was furious beyond measure, secretly thinking that he would definitely teach Xiong Xi a lesson someday.
"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Wan, but these Mechanical Race scum dared to defile Can Ya'er."
"I have to get this justice back."
"Was he the one who touched you?"
At those words, Can Ya'er nodded.
Just moments ago.
Ye Fan had communicated with Can Ya'er through divine sense and learned the full story.
New grudges and old hatred alike—Ye Fan had no reason to let these Mechanical Race bastards go.
Moreover.
Just now, these Mechanical Race