Three men got out of the car, all wearing trench coats, sunglasses, and with cigars in their mouths, looking like 1980s Chinese gangsters.
Their identical outfits made it hard to tell who was the boss.
The young people around them respectfully lowered their heads slightly upon seeing their bosses arrive.
"Who dared to mess with our people?" One of them took off his glasses and looked ahead.
"It's them, those people standing there, especially that big guy, he's the worst." One of them pointed at Tie Zhuzi.
But when that person saw clearly that it was Xiang Yu and his group, he froze on the spot.
The other two quickly took off their glasses and looked ahead, exchanging a glance of disbelief.
"It can't be that coincidental, how did we run into this plague?" one of them exclaimed.
These three were none other than former subordinates of Cheng Wulan.
