A car approached from a distance, kicking up a cloud of dust on the mountain road.
After it arrived, a group of people got out of the car.
The leader was none other than Zheng Wansan, followed by Brother Xiong, who had caused trouble the day before, and a line of about a dozen underlings.
Brother Xiong had been shot in both arms yesterday, and now both arms were wrapped in bandages.
As soon as he saw Long Fei, his teeth itched with hatred, yet there was also a trace of fear in his eyes.
Zheng Wansan looked like an imperious victor, scrutinizing Long Fei from head to toe.
This was the first time Long Fei had seen him, and he asked with a furrowed brow, "Are you Zheng Bin's father?"
At the mention of his son's name, Zheng Wansan's face twitched, and he hissed, "The death of my son, it was you, wasn't it?"
Long Fei replied calmly, "Not entirely, but you could say it was me."
