The ones who stopped Ling Feng and Zhou Yi were three middle-aged men, standing in a triangular formation. The one with a small mustache spoke up, "The two of you have crossed the line!"
Ling Feng sneered, knowing that these men were no ordinary people, and retorted with a smile, "Is this your territory? Can you say we've crossed the line just like that?"
"It's not the territory I'm talking about, but your actions!"
The man with the small mustache said coldly, "Killing four of us, do you think you can get away with it?"
"You're wrong, we killed three, one committed suicide!"
Ling Feng shook his finger, followed by a sneer, "Who are you guys?"
"That, I'll tell you when you become a ghost!"
The man with the small mustache narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his hand!
"Bang, bang!"
Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets hurtled straight towards Ling Feng!
