At this moment, Yang Yifeng and his group were racing towards Donghai City's First Hospital.
And at this very time, outside Donghai City's First Hospital, for three whole streets, not a single shop remained open. People were gathering in droves upon the street, each one armed with a machete, looking extremely fierce.
"Listen up, those of you ahead, your numbers are dwindling. If you continue to resist staunchly, the only outcome will be death!"
Among them, a particularly skinny middle-aged man had a Brazilian cigar hanging from his lips, his eyes shimmering with a venomous glint. He was the leader of these people, yet, what he hadn't expected was to be facing such a large number of opponents this time.
"Fucking hell, Chen Liu, have you forgotten how Boss Yang spared your dog life up on Moth Mountain last time? And now you dare to bite the hand that fed you?"