As Ye Chenfeng's hand clasped the neck of the last youth, over a dozen men emerged from the Glorious Bar, led by a burly man with a deep scar on his left cheek. Frowning at the bodies of the red-haired youth and others lying on the ground, he said, "May I ask, brother, where did the Heavenly Saber Association offend you? I am Lu Jiang, the person in charge of the Glorious Bar. You should release your grip first, this is after all the territory of the Heavenly Saber Association, and no matter how skilled you are, it's useless here."
"Crack, crack," the response to Lu Jiang were two crisp sounds of neck bones breaking. Ye Chenfeng flung the youth in his grasp to the side, dusted off his hands, and then turned his icy gaze to Lu Jiang, saying coldly, "These scum deserved to die. Don't think that the Heavenly Saber Association can cover the sky with one hand in Yun City. Did you or did you not send men to the snack street to kill the owner of the wonton stall?"
