Approaching Ye Feng were five youths, four of whom were tall and robust with various tattoos inked on their arms.
Leading the group was a handsome and dashing young man dressed in casual white clothing, his hands tucked into his pockets, swaggering along with an overtly arrogant demeanor.
At the moment, his expression was somewhat gloomy as he looked at Ye Feng from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with icy coldness:
"Are you that so-called Piano Prince?"
His tone was full of disdain, especially after he saw Ye Feng's slender figure and tattered shirt, which led him to spit disdainfully towards the roadside.
"My name is Ye Feng, not some Piano Prince!" Ye Feng frowned slightly; he didn't recognize this young man, but he could feel the hostility directed at him.
"Hmph! I don't care if you're the Piano Prince or some crappy prince!" A fierce glint flashed in the youth's eyes as he walked straight up to Ye Feng, staring intently at him:
