Namie and her four subordinates surrounded Ye Fan. Now, Namie finally moved—she slowly stood up, murderous intent flooding her face.
When her four subordinates weren't here, she didn't dare act rashly. Attacking blindly not only had zero chance of success, it couldn't shake Ye Fan's edge in the slightest. On this point, she understood better than anyone. So she'd been enduring, all for the sake of waiting for this moment to arrive.
With the strength of all five combined, Namie dared to fight. Even if her chances were slim, it was still better than having no chance at all.
"Ye Fan, you're pretty arrogant. But you've got the right to be." Namie stared hard at Ye Fan and shouted, "Since that's the case, then bring it on. We're really curious to see just how capable you are."
"I won't let you down." Ye Fan spoke mildly. He drained the wine in his glass, then suddenly stood up.
