"Who are you two? You didn't just come to seek my advice today, did you? Who sent you?"
Ye Ling gazed at the two men, demanding in a low voice.
Yang Gang snorted coldly, "It's none of your business who we are. If we are no match, I concede defeat! Poison Dragon, let's go!"
"Thinking of leaving?"
Chen Dao blocked their way in a flash, "You come when you wish, and leave when you wish, you've got some nerve! No one's leaving today without giving me a satisfying explanation!"
Chen Feng and Ye Jiu also moved quickly to block their path, and although they were bloody and battered, their eyes were as greedy and fierce as a wolf's.
Ye Ling leaned against the ship's rail and shook his head, "Even if you don't say it, I know who sent you. It must be the pot of the four great families of Northern Jiangbei. I just want to know which faction the two of you belong to."