After lightly punishing these two groups of people, Ye Feng did not stay any longer and left the seafood market with Xia Qiu.
Brother Cong brought a few of his men and walked them into the car.
Brother Cong only straightened his back slowly when he saw the car drive away.
At this moment, a few lackeys behind him asked, "Brother Cong, who is this kid? Why are you so polite to him?"
Brother Cong turned around and waved at the lackey. "Come here."
The lackey immediately came over. "What's wrong, Brother Cong?"
Before he could finish, Brother Cong had already slapped him.
Pa!
The lackey took a solid slap and was instantly stunned. "Brother Cong, I… Did I say something wrong?"
Brother Cong stared at him. "What did you call Mr. Ye just now?"
"This... This kid…"
Pa!
He had just said three words when Brother Cong slapped him again. "If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."
