On the blue Ferrari, Zhang Langqiang also stopped laughing and got out of the car with a somber expression.
Beside Zhang Langqiang stood a young man with a thick chain around his neck. The young man had a lean build, his black hair completely tied up, reminiscent of the hairstyle of the Immortal Warrior in Slam Dunk. On his arm was a tattoo of a silver wolf's head.
Qin Yang's eyebrows twitched slightly. The young man's aura wasn't weak, giving him a faint sense of danger.
From another van, seven or eight men armed with sticks and machetes suddenly rushed out.
Whoosh!
A group of people surrounded Qin Yang.
"Tsk tsk, Qin Yang, didn't expect we'd meet again so soon, did you?"
Zhang Langqiang stared at Qin Yang, sneering. However, on Qin Yang's face, he didn't see any panic, which made him a bit displeased. A regular person would have been scared shitless seeing this and immediately given in.
