Ye Chen immediately pulled a group of people and headed towards Zhang Dadan's remnants. The two places were quite close, just a mere ten-minute walk away. Ye Chen, dressed in a black suit, clinching a steel pipe handed over by Xiao Er, pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. He looked incredibly cool. Over a dozen of his followers, of various heights and builds, though not neat, definitely had a bit of a street gang vibe.
Xiao Er, a bit over 1.6 meters tall, pinched a wrench and followed on the left side of Ye Chen; Da Hei, with a frame like a bear's, resembled a black gorilla, always seen wearing a thick coat regardless of the hot or cold weather, never showing his shoulders or even his arms. Da Hei was holding a solid iron stick that weighed about twenty pounds, really not easy for the average person to handle.
