Xue Feng stood with his hands behind his back and shouted loudly, his tone dripping with mockery.
The three companions standing beside him secretly clenched their fists. Yes, just like this.
"Pick up the pace. Kill these bumpkins already—we have important matters to attend to."
At last, the young man standing beside Xue Feng spoke with a frown.
This was still far too slow.
Hearing that their master was dissatisfied, the followers from before put in even more effort, their speed increasing by several degrees.
Chains intertwined one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they formed an iron net with no blind spots in all three hundred and sixty degrees.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
As piercing whistles tore through the air, the iron net rapidly contracted. Only then did Ye Lin realize that, at some unknown moment, he had already stepped into their encirclement.
He had long since been trapped by this iron net. If he wanted to break free now, it was already too late.
These people's coordination was a little too good. Calling it seamless would not be an exaggeration.
The iron net contracted at high speed, and Ye Lin's body was consequently restrained by the iron chains.
"How is it? This doesn't feel very good, does it?"
"Trash from some backwater place—where did you get the nerve? Hm?"
Seeing Ye Lin completely trapped, Xue Feng finally walked up before him, his face full of ridicule.
Ever since childhood, he had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth and had never suffered such humiliation. Yet this group had actually scared him into fleeing.
That would be the shame of his entire life.
And now, seeing this person tightly bound, his face was even more smug.
*I told you to be arrogant. Go on, be