"Boss, this An Yichen is the son of a great tycoon in Donghai City, a sophomore at our school, and he's got a few tough guys under him. He can walk sideways in sophomore year," at this moment, Shen Fei hurriedly whispered into Yang Yifeng's ear.
However, what he didn't know was that in Yang Yifeng's eyes, let alone the son of a great tycoon of Donghai City, he had killed at least two, if not three, princes of some small countries in Dongzhou. The child of a wealthy family truly did not catch his eye.
Nevertheless, Yang Yifeng still nodded in response to Shen Fei's well-intended warning.
"You want to make friends, huh? I wonder how you make friends?" Yang Yifeng smiled, his gaze playful.
Hearing this, An Yichen's expression eased a bit. He had indeed come to reclaim face for his younger brother, but the moment he saw Yang Yifeng, he recognized Yifeng's capabilities and began to waver in his intentions.