"Mr. Yang, I'm not sure of the purpose of your visit. S-silver Crown hasn't interfered with the Yang Clan's business—"
"Bleeding Gun." Yang Feng spoke up, his icy eyes landing on the pathetic man in front of him.
Ren Xiong paled upon hearing the name of the small gang he wiped out. Of course, he knows of them, but what do they have to do with this?! What did those bastards do to offend Yang Feng and even make him mobilize his elite team of people?!
"Yes, they were a small gang working under us." Ren Xiong stammered. He cursed in his brain. F*cking hell, I'm older than him, why do I have to show respect to this little junior?! But he didn't dare to voice this thought out loud. He was ruthlessly crazy, but Yang Feng was on a completely different level of insane.
