There were four men, including the one in the white suit, each of them tall and imposing. Their casual attire and unrestrained demeanor, along with their sharp gazes, made it clear they were far from innocent.
Lin Feng glanced at these four formidable men, his eyes narrowing slightly. With his keen intuition, he sensed a bloody aura emanating from them—the distinct killing intent found only on those who had personally taken lives.
Who were these guys?
Upon seeing the man in the white suit, Long Xiaoyun's face stiffened, his voice trembling slightly. "Chen Qingyun... why aren't you staying put at your battle hall? What are you doing here, looking for me?"
