The Shajian troops had withdrawn, but the atmosphere between the Elite Troops and Ya Tianxing's group hadn't improved.
Just now, one elite soldier couldn't bear it anymore and got into an argument with one of Ya Tianxing's men.
The already tense atmosphere exploded with this small argument, and suddenly, two groups gathered around forming two factions, resulting in a big commotion.
Compared to the agitated elite soldiers, Ya Tianxing's people were much calmer. They came from all directions, either holding or carrying guns, and surrounded the group of ten to twenty, creating an intimidating stance.
"Master Yan, aren't you going to take a look?"
Chu Ye, who had returned as a spectator, ran to a nearby off-road vehicle and asked Ya Tianxing, who was sitting inside resting with his eyes closed, with a cheeky smile.
Ya Tianxing slightly raised his eyelids.
