"Shaofeng, Shaofeng!"
Luo Yan had just been about to make a move when he saw that the enemies opposite them had already been killed or wounded to the last.
Even the final five survivors were all tightly clenched in Du Zhimei's palm.
Looking at the empty void.
His gaze was swiftly drawn to the five people in Du Zhimei's hand.
All of a sudden.
Like a wounded beast, he charged over.
He grabbed one man by the hair and swung his hand, slapping the man across the face.
A mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Several teeth were mixed in with it.
Luo Yan had not held back that slap in the slightest; he had nearly slapped the man to death.
"Brother! Where is my brother?!"
Luo Yan's eyes were blood-red.
The instant that man was seized, he had already guessed the outcome.
Falling into Du Zhimei's hands would definitely be far, far more miserable than being killed outright by her.
He gave a cold laugh and said, "Your brother? Of course he's dead, hahahaha..."
"Do you hate us that much? Then come kill me and avenge your brother. Anyway, your brother definitely won't be coming back alive, hahahahaha..."
The more the man laughed, the happier he became.
His expression and words clearly meant to provoke Luo Yan on purpose.
Luo Yan was already blinded by fury. How could he care about anything else?
His right hand rose high once more.
Yet before he could strike.
Du Zhimei reached out and caught his raised hand. "They're merely the lackeys of the people who wanted to kill your brother. If you kill them, how will you find out who is behind them?"
Luo Yan was startled, immediately coming to his senses.
Now was not the time to kill these people.
Even if