Unlike the barren mountains and wild hills, where Li Jun, Luo Li, Luo Lei, and Long Xian were slaughtered, and that too by that Masked man, Mo Jiuge. This place was not barren like that. Moreover, there was not even a single percent chance that Ye Feng had any relationship with the so-called Mo Jiuge.
While he stood by the roadside, waiting for Scar, letting those four punks lying on the ground in a deep slumber, soon, a medium-sized van, from the village’s cemented road, approached towards that place.
As soon as Ye Feng saw that, he quickly understood that someone came from the nearby town Baoshan, so as to help those four punks in taking revenge.
Suddenly, a touch of sneer appeared on Ye Feng’s face, and before other people could get off the van and come to the place where he was standing, he promptly moved towards them, leaving behind several blurred afterimages, suddenly stood beside the van.
In the passenger seat, there was a paunchy fat guy, with oily hair and carrying a too outdated hairstyle of the 80s, dressed in a neat suit, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. All these features were collectively giving him the aura of being quite a rich and classic man from old society.
Seeing the figure of Ye Feng suddenly appeared at the edge of the door, the paunchy fat man thought his eyes dazzled, hence he rubbed his eyes.