Siye Hui clenched his cigar, his confidence soaring as he stood surrounded by tanks, aircraft, and a large force of armed men.
He looked Fang Cheng and Nangong Saya over with interest, then pointed at her. "Tell him I want that woman. Hand her over, and I'll let him go."
A guard beside him immediately shouted at Fang Cheng, "Hand over the woman with you, and you can leave."
"What did you say?"
Fang Cheng put a hand to his ear and tilted his head, pretending he couldn't hear.
Nangong Saya glanced at him. Hadn't he heard that perfectly well?
"Hand over the woman with you, and you can leave."
The other man shouted it again.
"Louder. I can't hear you."
As he spoke, Fang Cheng jumped down from the vehicle that had been smashed flat and strode toward Siye Hui beneath the muzzles of countless guns.
Nangong Saya was momentarily stunned, then hurried after him.
Countless eyes followed the two as they moved. Siye Hui's guard shouted a warning. "Stop! Don't come any closer."
"What did you say? Speak up. I can't hear you."
"Stop! Don't come any closer!"
"I can't hear you."
Bang!
A gunshot struck the ground in front of Fang Cheng, halting his advance.
But by then, he was already less than fifty meters from Siye Hui.
Siye Hui wasn't worried about Fang Cheng approaching. The tanks around them were ready to fire; at the slightest sign of trouble, they could blast the enemy into the sky.
His guards were all elite soldiers, too, ready to take a bullet for him at a critical moment.
He beckoned, and a guard immediately brought him a megaphone.
Picking it up, he called to Fang Cheng, "I'm Siye Hui. You must have heard of me. Hand over the woman