Fusion
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Yes, indeed."
Fang Heng hummed softly. He did not expect the people of the Holy Court to come over.
"You guys go first. I'll hold them off. I'll contact you after I've dealt with the Duke."
"Huh?"
Mo Jiawei was stunned. "You're going alone? How are you going to..."
"Keep going. Wait for my news. I have my ways."
Chen Lin frowned and was about to say something when Fang Heng opened the door and jumped out of the car.
"Hey!"
Chen Lin looked out of the window.
After jumping out of the car, Fang Heng rolled to the ground and quickly stood up, being the only one on the bridge.
"D*mn! You're pretending to be a hero, right?"
Chen Lin turned to look at Mo Jiawei and shouted, "Stop the car!"
Chu Yan knew that Fang Heng had many trump cards.