Zhang Ye arrived.
The Lian Family Style disciples were cursing on the inside!
Fuck!
What is this Plague God doing here!
Shit!
This is going to be bad!
They were all in a subconscious state of panic. Although they had not participated in the recent Tianshan Martial Arts Conference, how could they not have heard of Zhang Ye's notoriety!
Hou Ge, Hou Di, and the others immediately ran up to him.
"Teacher Zhang!"
"You're here?"
"They've confiscated all of our station's equipment!"
"What is this! Tell me what this is!"
Han Qi and Xiao Lu stamped their feet angrily.
Hu Fei also looked over. "Zhang'er."
Zhang Ye asked, "Is everyone alright?"
Hu Fei furrowed his brows as he looked at the martial artists. He said, "We're alright for now, but they were planning to beat us up because of the argument we had. Even the police couldn't do anything when they got here!"
Zhang Ye said, "I'll handle it."
