The painful cries made the scar-faced man behind instantly realize that the tide had turned against him. The scar-faced man quickly carried the body of the man in the felt hat, then shouted, "Damn, let's go! The mission can't be completed today!"
Ye Chen rushed forward swiftly, blocking the doorway. Ye Chen asked coldly, "No one leaves without giving me a satisfying answer today!"
"You... what are you trying to do!" the scar-faced man asked harshly.
"Hmph, speak up, who sent you!" Ye Chen asked coldly.
"I'll tell you, we're from Hong Kong's Hongmen. If you dare mess with us, you'll be asking for death!" The scar-faced man had a ferocious look, trying to intimidate Ye Chen. To be honest, the scar-faced man's appearance was indeed menacing. But Ye Chen wasn't afraid at all; he replied coldly, "Hong Kong's Hongmen? I've never crossed you, so why are you targeting me?"
