Shen Wei's voice trembled, accompanied by uncontrollable shaking of his legs and feet.
Even though he was the leader, a gangster overlord who had dominated the Martial World for decades, he couldn't help but feel fearful in this dire situation.
"Trust me, it's going to be okay."
Fang Cheng nodded at him slightly, his tone as casual as if he were talking about going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.
Meanwhile, the battle behind them was becoming increasingly intense.
The smoke from the explosions was even starting to spread toward the east side.
No time for further explanations.
Fang Cheng quickly scanned around, ensuring no one noticed their movements.
Then he decisively extended his right hand, firmly grasping Shen Wei's arm.
Without any effort, he lifted this man, weighing over a hundred pounds, like a chick.
"Hold onto me tightly."
