Ye Xunhuan was just about to turn his car toward the western suburbs when, before he could get his car turned around, three vehicles suddenly blocked his path.
The next moment, the doors of the three cars opened almost simultaneously, and dozens of young men armed with machetes and iron rods stepped out.
One after another, they headed towards Ye Xunhuan with menacing intent.
Upon seeing this, Ye Xunhuan felt a sudden shift in his heart.
Who were these people?
Ye Xunhuan was sure that they were not sent by the person who had called him because the caller had told him to go to the abandoned factory in the western suburbs. There was absolutely no need for the caller to do this!
Therefore, this must be a different group of people.
But whose group was this?
"Little bastard, get the hell out of the car," one of the youths with a Spiky hairstyle and a streak of white in his fringe said as he approached the car and immediately shouted at Ye Xunhuan inside!
