As Yang Dong's voice had just fallen, Fei Hou suddenly moved, reaching Yang Dong in an instant and throwing a fierce punch with a whistle of Fist Force through the air. Yang Dong was startled and hastily raised his hand to throw a punch in response.
With a thunderous boom, both men staggered back several steps.
"Innate Second Stage?" Fei Hou said with a sneer, "Yang Dong, just like your grandson Yang An, you both think with your asses."
"Think with our asses?!" Yang Dong was taken aback.
At this, the surrounding onlookers burst into laughter.
The faces of everyone from the Yang Mansion looked extremely ugly.
As the crowd laughed, Yang Dong finally reacted, and just as he was about to fly into a rage, Huang Xiaolong suddenly waved his hand, "Surround them all, don't let anyone escape!" As Huang Xiaolong's command was given, figures surged, and from within the Fei Residence, five to six hundred guards rushed out, forming a heavy encirclement around the people of Yang Mansion.
