บท 1875: Yan Yixiao

Fan Xiaofeng had thought that Fan Xiaoxu was trying to train him, and if he reached his limits, the other party would step in and save him. Yet, contrary to his expectations, Fan Xiaoxu was actually saying that he would not interfere in the fight, and he would even let the three of them off if they could defeat him.

How in the world could he possibly defeat the three of them together in a real fight?

It would already be a blessing if he was not beaten to death!

He had thought that Fan Xiaoxu was here to save him, but it felt like the latter had just dug a humongous pit for him to leap into.

With a conflicted look on his face, Fan Xiaofeng looked as if he was on the verge of tears.