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The night was deep and mysterious, and Fei'e Mountain tonight was different from the past. The usually lively and decadent atmosphere had vanished without a trace, replaced by an oppressive and suffocating air!
Squeak!!!
Seven or eight sedans suddenly stopped in the square atop Fei'e Mountain, followed by more than forty burly men stepping out.
They were all uniformly dressed in tight black shirts, showcasing their bulging muscles, looking exceptionally strong. Their expressions were fierce, and the shiny machetes in their hands added a chilling aura to the air.
As soon as these men emerged from their cars, they saw more than thirty members of the Zhendong Gang scattered across the square.
Shen Zhendong's gaze swept over the square, and when he saw that Lamborghini with damaged tires and a bloodied front end, his pupils shrank. He quickly walked to a young man lying injured on the ground and asked:
"Xiao Li! Where are the others?"
