Xu Feng and Liao Fan barged straight into Shangtong Building.
They had now completely confirmed that something had indeed gone wrong with Yang Jian, something extremely serious. He could not even show himself, and there was a high chance he was already dead. Since that was the case, they would not let this opportunity slip away.
They had to use this chance to take several Supernatural Items from Yang Jian.
If he was not quite dead yet, they would send him on his way.
In any case, since things had already come to this, this trip could not be for nothing.
"We also need to watch out for Yang Jian's remaining teammates. They should be in Dachang City too," Xu Feng reminded him.
"If they come, kill them. I'm afraid they won't."
Liao Fan's voice was hoarse and stiff, as if he were talking about something utterly insignificant.
At that moment, Zhang Hua gritted his teeth and stepped in front of the two men, drawing his gun on them. "I advise you to stop this right now, or I'll open fire."
Xu Feng glanced at him. His mummified face twitched slightly as he said coldly, "If you dare shoot, I'll make everyone in this building die with me. You know we can do it, and that we would do it. Feng Quan and Zhang Han have already been dealt with. I don't know whether Tong Qian is dead, but she's probably not far from it now."
Zhang Hua's pupils suddenly contracted.
Although he had guessed that Tong Qian, who had left earlier by helicopter, might have met with disaster, hearing those words from Xu Feng's mouth still sent a chill down his spine.
Xu Feng walked up to Zhang Hua and reached out to grip the gun in his hand.