Bei Yinyao lightly covered her red lips, looking with disbelief at the young man lying just a few meters away from her. Whether in terms of dress or aura, Ye Qingfeng was far inferior to the Jiangbei Three Young Masters, yet such a person made the Jiangbei Three Young Masters bow and kneel.
"Did he really, by himself, suppress the Jiangbei Three Young Masters?"
The entire venue was stunned, with looks of shock, disbelief, and fear cast upon the young man lying motionless.
As hard as it was to accept, the fact that the Jiangbei Three Young Masters knelt on the spot was indisputable.
Lei Hui and the other two stood around the sofa, not daring to speak, cold sweat trickling down their cheeks, unnoticed.
No one knew the fear in their hearts at this moment.
