"Mr. Yang, you've finally arrived. I've long admired you, profoundly so!" Upon seeing Yang Yifeng enter the room, Long Youhai burst into laughter, and then his face filled with a counterfeit smile that seemed surprisingly enthusiastic.
Yang Yifeng didn't speak. Instead, he headed straight toward Long Youhai. At that moment, the group of men standing in the room also tensed up. However, neither Long Youhai's nor Yang Yifeng's faces betrayed any hint of nervousness. As Yang Yifeng approached Long Youhai, a man in his thirties suddenly burst from behind the latter. With eagle-like sharp eyes, he lunged at Yang Yifeng with a clenched fist.
Yang Yifeng's mouth twitched, and he immediately engaged in combat with the man whose hands were as fast as lightning, aiming straight for Yang Yifeng's neck. Yang Yifeng reacted quickly, seizing the man's throat as he reached out, ready to exert force.