Inside the coffin, Ye Fan could not help smiling as he watched Li Changqing and the others trying to form a clique.
He then stood behind Ye Xingchen and replied calmly:
"Enough of this useless talk. Do whatever you want. The three of us are a group anyway. If you don't like it, come fight us if you've got the guts. But let me remind you: in this place without laws, I wouldn't mind killing you!"
At Ye Fan's threat, the expressions of Li Changqing, Zhang Zilin, Li Xiaoman, and the others immediately changed.
Looking at Ye Fan and his companions, they could not help swallowing. Especially when they thought of Ye Xingchen's formidable fighting skills, they felt a trace of fear.
"Ye Fan, how can you be so selfish? We're all classmates. Now that we're in danger, we may need to pool our best resources. Why can't you contribute to the group?"
"Exactly! You can't behave like this. When it's time to admit defeat, you have to admit defeat. This isn't the time to decide things by whose fists are bigger, is it? Only by working together can we return to Earth!"
"That's right, Ye Fan. You can't do this. If things keep going this way, we might all die here. There's no need for this, is there?"
With his arms folded, Ye Xingchen shook his head slightly at those words. He glanced at them, then immediately walked up and said mockingly:
"You people are such a nuisance. Whenever you want to use us, you treat us like gods. When you don't need us, you turn your noses up at us, and you still say things that go against your conscience?"
"Why should we share the meat from the monsters we worked so hard to kill with you,