In the distance of this flat land, there were actually several tents pitched, and at this moment, in front of the tents, there were no fewer than forty people standing, sitting, eating, and drinking. It was quite lively.
But the appearance of this group of people was quite... speechless.
Their clothes were flashy, and their expressions were exceedingly arrogant. Some wore nose rings, others had earrings, and there were even those with rings on their lips, making themselves look like beasts. Yet all of these people were essentially covered in tattoos, and from a distance, it was clear they were no good.
When this bunch saw Yang Yifeng speeding over on a motorcycle, they were taken aback, but the next second they all stood up, staring angrily towards him.
Yifeng gradually brought the bike to a halt, ignoring the stares from the group, as his gaze slowly swept towards the distance.