Cha Can's face lost all color, becoming eerily pale.
He was truly terrified.
He never imagined that his nearly thousand-strong garrison could be defeated by the few people before him…
"Xu Fan, you're here?"
Seeing Xu Fan and Qin Mengyue return safely, Zhang Shicun and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Fan looked over Cha Can before him and asked, "How's it going? Did you get anything out of him?"
Zhang Shicun shook his head, saying, "Haven't started yet, we were waiting for you."
Xu Fan nodded and then instructed, "Zhang Shicun, take the brothers to clean up the battlefield. Keep these guards locked up for now. We can't let them leak any information before we leave."
"Right, remember to contact Old Cat to come over."
"Hehe, got it!" Zhang Shicun laughed.
Old Cat was an arms dealer. Hu Dewu's base was stocked with not a small amount of arms, and Xu Fan estimated that selling them cheaply to Old Cat could bring in at least tens of millions in revenue.
