As soon as Jiang Yilong's voice fell, dozens of vans came to a stop on the spacious bridge, and from them disembarked no less than two hundred people, each one looking aggressive and armed with a variety of regulated weapons.
Fortunately, the bridge where Ye Chenfeng and his group were located was rather remote, with very few passersby. Even if someone did see what was happening, it was unlikely they would call the police; after all, it wasn't their problem, and getting involved might spell trouble. These days, there are scarcely any who dare to step up and do what's right.
The dense crowd encircled Ye Chenfeng and his group three layers deep. A well-built middle-aged man looked at Jiang Yilong, who was clutching his groin, and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Boss, what happened?"
