"Do you have any idea what's going on?"
Ruan Huaimin pointed at the crowd around him and warned, "None of you are leaving here alive today."
His wife's body still lay on the ground.
Her head was gone.
He had to avenge his wife's murder.
The three Stewards stepped forward together, their qi erupting.
"You're the ones who have no idea what's going on."
Xiao Yuan paid them no mind at all and laughed contemptuously.
"You're just blades, the same as Chun Prefecture."
"Originally, this was a fight between us and Fei Island. Now the people behind you have stepped in. Do you think there's no one behind us?"
Xiao Yuan snapped, "Tell your masters to hurry up and call in help before my man sets foot on this island."
"As for your Three Factions, I'll give it half a month. If there's a single man left on Fei Island who can lift a blade, I, Xiao Yuan, will leave Fei Island on my knees."
With that, she took out her phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Tell them yourself."
Expressionless, she put the phone on speaker and held it before the three of them.
"Hello."
An aged voice came through.
The voice was deep and sounded weathered, yet firm and powerful.
"Who are you..."
Chairman Bai, the calmest of the three, asked.
"You're not qualified to ask my name. I'll say this once: if Old Ninth can't leave today, I'll come to the island myself tomorrow."
"Trying to bluff me?"
Ruan Huaimin's eyes were bloodshot.
How could a single phone call intimidate him?
At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to eat Old Ninth alive.
The man on the phone chuckled. "Heh. You fuckers really are tired of living, daring to surround my people. Open your ears."
"What?"