Using his Clairvoyant Eye, Ye Fan, who observed the car leaving, felt somewhat puzzled. What exactly were these people up to?
The middle-aged man entered the cement factory and, after meeting Zhao Haoqiang and the others, a cold smile immediately curled up at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Not bad, you all arrived pretty punctually. Now, I'm going to distribute some weapons to you." After speaking, several men behind him came over with a sports bag that seemed quite heavy.
Ye Fan scanned it with his Clairvoyance and saw over twenty steel pipes, about one and a half meters long, each topped with a spike about five centimeters long, looking extremely sharp. This thing seemed to have a serious punch, if it were to hit someone on the head, they would probably drop dead instantly.
