"Young Master Fan's Divine Blade Sect is here to aid the Yuan family!"
"Young Master Fan's Bright Moon Villa is here to aid the Yuan family!"
"Young Master Fan's Bamboo Union, Eight Treasures Pavilion, Sky Blast Gang..."
A fleet of black vans, like a dark flood, instantly surrounded Mr. Han Sr. and his men. From them, one Haicheng underground leader after another slammed their doors open and jumped out, chests puffed out as they roared.
"Fuck! Have you all lost your damn minds?" Mr. Han Sr.'s expression turned ugly as he couldn't help but curse. "We came here specifically to deal with the Yuan family! What the hell does this have to do with you local thugs?"
He watched as burly men poured out of the vans. A dark, oppressive mass had formed, numbering at least a thousand! The smiles on Yuan Xiangjun and Han Yiming's faces froze, their expressions turning nasty. Standing before the coffin, Yuan Lang and his group exchanged anxious, uneasy glances.
