He didn't plan to call someone, and he didn't need to call someone at night.

In the face of these rabble, he has never been vain.

The shouting and fighting were extremely noisy, the sound of weapons clashing was very harsh, and Zhang Ye's body was nimble among those killers.

Every time he struck, he would reap the life of a man.

Zhang Ye, who was stained with blood on his body, had a face like a rakshasa, with deep malice and murderous intent.

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