Yan Liqiang looked around and calmly said, "I have neither met nor offended any of you. Did you mistake me for someone else?"
"Hahaha, how can my eyes possibly make a mistake!?" Following those loud laughs, three more people came out from behind the thickets and stood behind the thugs dressed in black.
Standing in the middle between those three people who had just come out was a young lord who was gaudily dressed in silk. He had sunken cheeks and bulging eyes which made him look like he suffered from hyperthyroidism at first glance. However, upon looking more closely, his bulging eyes were boring holes into Yan Liqiang as though he were a hungry ghost. His gaze shined with disgusting obscenity.
