Seeing Yan Zhengquan and his group appear, Chen Feihu's face changed.
He hadn't expected that, right after the news was released, Yan Zhengquan would be unable to restrain himself and come knocking so quickly.
Chen Feihu's heart thudded violently, almost leaping out of his throat.
The moment of life and death had arrived.
At this moment, Zhou Yu also stood up and looked towards Yan Zhengquan and his companions.
His gaze swept over Yan Zhengquan and a young man beside him, finally settling on an old man next to the youth.
The old man had graying hair, an indifferent expression, and his eyes closed, standing there looking neither warm nor eye-catching.
However, Zhou Yu felt a chilling aura emanating from this person.
This old man was a master.
Moreover, he was an absolute master.
At this time, Yan Zhengquan spoke up, his face full of grim anger.
"Zhou Yu, you've got some nerve, daring to cripple the Judge."
"Do you know whose man he is?"
Zhou Yu said indifferently,
