Just as Li Huai left, a gang of brash young men arrived at Shenyi Law Firm, each carrying five or six buckets, their manner clearly indicating hostile intentions.
"Lawyer Yu, congratulations, congratulations!" The leader of the group, a man in his thirties with an average build and a slightly crooked mouth, was wearing a floral shirt and clamped a cigar between the fingers of his left hand.
Li Huai had gone, but Qian Jun and his people had not, and the sight of such low-class hoodlums was enough to make one unsure whether to laugh or cry.
In Jianghai, to think that there were still people daring enough to run wild here, they must not know that Shen Yingtian, the West Hall Master, and Xie Bing, the North Hall Master, were watching them, including Sanniang who had just left not too long ago.
"Don't rush, I'm quite curious to see just how much these guys want to court death!" Shen Yingtian said, holding his patience with a playful smile.
And so, Yu Jing calmly stepped forward.