Feng Zhiming frowned, impossible.
Biaozi has followed him for many years, loyal and faithful, it couldn't be a mistake.
The ever-vigilant Feng Zhiming let go of the two women and ran towards the door at high speed, but was blocked by Awei and a dozen others: "Boss Feng, no need to look, Biaozi and the others are now in the trash heap."
"You... Awei, you are just Tang Yao's dog, now that Tang Yao has fled, why are you still here? Get out of my way."
Awei didn't move, just stood in front of him.
"Get out of the way." Feng Zhiming roared again.
Awei remained still, like a wooden stake.
"Boss Feng, no need to waste your energy. Come here and let's talk. Without my command, Awei won't step aside."
Feng Zhiming, an old hand of Jianghu, also smelled danger and turned to walk back into the room, standing not far from Yang Fan: "Kid, we have no grudges, why are you meddling?"