When Zhao Yulin led his men and caught up, he saw two people who seemed to be on the same side now locked in an intense battle. The bald-headed one was clearly at a disadvantage, yet he still clung to his former comrade relentlessly.
Apart from the two engaged in fierce combat, there was another person on the sidelines, watching with a familiar face.
"Surround them all, let even one escape, and you'll be dealt with according to military law."
Zhao Yulin said gloomily, gesturing with his hand and giving a muffled order.
The commotion here naturally attracted Han Yu and others quickly, and Yankong was already being beaten back judiciously.
He was the most severely injured, how could he possibly be a match for Yan Bing? Yet even so, he held on tightly.
Yan Bing was furious, and it wasn't the first time he had started cursing.
"Idiot, do you really want to drag me to death with you?"
