The next moment, Ye Chenfeng's eyes suddenly brightened. The atmosphere in the hall was unusual today, filled with a murderous aura.
He glanced casually at the crowd, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Just then, three burly men approached. They had sharp crew cuts, their steps were steady and rhythmic, and their straight bodies exuded an aura as keen as a blade. Each carried a bulging, worn-out cloth bag on their backs.
A gleam flashed in their eyes as they incidentally glanced over at Ye Chenfeng.
The murderous intent was unmistakable.
"Attention!"
Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng shouted aloud.
An odd scene unfolded; the three big men simultaneously dropped their bags and stood at attention as if in a military drill!
In the crowd, several men turned serious, wiping their foreheads.
