As soon as Ye Feng heard that, his look became dignified.
Song Hu, wasn’t he that squared face man, to whom Scar handed over the complete management of Heavenly Sword Gang, at the time when they were leaving Yanjing? Ye Feng still remembered that this guy had a nephew, that youth in western-style clothing, whom he had met on the train, and had also beaten him. But still he was not quite convinced about this news.
Not good!