C693 An old and broken Wang Batian.

With his escape route blocked off, Han Sanjie's expression became awkward. He was only a few steps away from Fang Ming, with his left foot still in the air, not knowing if he should continue walking forward or not.

Looking at his troubled expression, the sneer on Wang Ba Tian's face grew even wider. He had seen through Han Sanjie's plan and didn't really want the latter to deal with him