C739 Ye Hong's Gift

From a distance, Fann Mingen watched the unfolding scene through his binoculars and, in a fit of rage, shattered his expensive night-vision goggles worth thousands.

"What do we do now, Young Master Fan?"

Yao Xianghe, standing beside him, looked equally distressed.

She could never have imagined that not even the formidable Ma Yong could curb Ye Hong's edge