The grim cold emanating from him was like the aura of a reaper stepping out from hell, a harbinger of their demise.
His audacious strides brought him closer, step by step.
As he emerged from darkness and everyone got a clear view of his face, they all instantly sucked in a breath.
Then, a swarm of people appeared behind him, dark and unyielding.
They followed the man's pace, advancing forward.
The gangsters were frozen in place, dropping the baseball bats they held without even noticing.
They thought only one man was coming.
How many were there in the end?
Yue Feng seemed a bit taken aback. Weren't the men arriving supposed to be his?
Why, it was Lu Ming.
Yue Feng's gaze swept over the dark mass of people.
In the back, he recognized the silhouette of his underling, Shen Yue.
Hiding in the rear like a timid mouse.
Lu Ming walked up to the group of gangsters and stood still.
His slightly lowered gaze landed on Jing Yiren in the crowd.
