Yang Chen and his group of five sat at their seats, chatting now and then, and observing the surroundings.
Jian Feng occasionally whispered in Yang Chen's ear, pointing out who appeared threatening.
Yang Chen nodded slightly but didn't pay it much attention.
Because when he first arrived, he had already scanned the surroundings; none of the people present posed a threat to him.
Just then, Bai Qinghong and Zhou Shanjun walked over.
"Are you Yang Chen?" Bai Qinghong stared at Yang Chen arrogantly.
Seeing Bai Qinghong, Yang Chen leaned back against his chair, looking at Bai Qinghong.
Jian Feng and Night Fire immediately stood up, fixing their gaze on Bai Qinghong.
Bai Qinghong glanced at Jian Feng and Night Fire, secretly impressed by the aura they exuded; this sense of kill was surely honed on the battlefield, now rare among people.
Unexpectedly, Yang Chen had such men under him, and Bai Qinghong became slightly cautious.
