At noon, the sun was blazing hot, and Ye Chen finally arrived at a low flat house with more than ten or twenty people. This place was essentially an abandoned factory. Zhang Dadan's gang had become the target of police manhunt, so they didn't dare to brazenly appear in formal venues. They could only gather in such places. With some bribery, the police had relaxed their pursuit considerably, pretty much turning a blind eye.
As Ye Chen and his group approached, a bunch of people holding machetes rushed out from inside, as if they had long known that Ye Chen and company were coming.
"Are you Ye Chen?!" A man in black stepped out, a cigarette between his lips, with dozens of strong men wielding machetes standing behind him.
"Who are you?" Ye Chen asked with a cold, mocking smile.
