As soon as they arrived at the Dragon Sect's branch, they saw several luxury cars lined up by the roadside from afar, and at the entrance stood a few men with sticks, smashing things and cursing loudly.
Some young men and women stood among them at the entrance, their faces showing some grievance, but they didn't dare to take a deep breath, fearing to anger the others.
"Stop it!" Wen Xiaodao jumped out of the car as soon as he got there, and shouted at these people with some anger on his face.
"Oh, Wen Xiaodao, you've finally returned. I thought you'd be a coward and would stay hidden. The two-day deadline we gave has passed, and you still haven't given us a reasonable explanation. We're just smashing some things to remind you, isn't that fair?" Just then, a young man equipped with an iron rod on his shoulder came slowly to Wen Xiaodao, with a look of disdain in his eyes.
