Facing Ye Chen's questioning, Yan Bu'Er was speechless. Business is like a battlefield, and a battlefield is like business. Both are filled with doubts, and no one can distinguish right from wrong. Often, people think they are righteous, even wise, but overlook the intelligence of others.
"Stop it, Yan Bu'Er has been captured!" Feng Zhixiao shouted, and everyone looked up to see Yan Bu'Er being held by Ye Chen. The Flame Dragon Gang members immediately froze, while the Heaven-defying Gang brothers seized the opportunity to confiscate their weapons and surrounded them, each holding machetes, guarding these half-squatting guys.
"Yan Bu'Er, you didn't expect you'd see this day, did you?" Ye Chen coldly laughed, then kicked Yan Bu'Er to the ground. Feng Zhixiao's face turned pale, with his back wound continuously bleeding, exacerbated by his vigorous movements, causing blurred vision and paleness. Yan Bu'Er was kicked to the ground by Ye Chen.
