Ever since establishing the Hidden Dragon Club, Wei Ying had never been so utterly ignored, so thoroughly humiliated. He glared at Yang Qi, his expression turning ferocious. "You piece of trash, you'll pay for what you've done! Attack! Kill them all! I don't want to see a single person left alive in this estate!"
"Boss, leave these men to me," Master Yiyang said with a bow. "They harmed my pet. I'll make them pay in blood."
"Do as you please." Yang Qi waved dismissively, found a step to sit on, then popped a piece of gum into his mouth and started chewing. The only thing I need to watch out for is the aura coming from that car. That's a powerful expert, a terrifyingly powerful one. Perhaps they'll be the perfect whetstone for me to sharpen my skills. As for the others, he had no interest in making a move himself.
A group of several dozen people charged toward Yang Qi. Each one was an expert in their own right, with even the weakest being a Master-level Martial Arts practitioner.
