C8

Han Yang didn't say anything, but looked at Long brother with disdain. In Han Yang's eyes, a person with just a little power was already beginning to expand. He wasn't even his opponent at all. At most, he was just a annoying fly.

Not long after, two Wranglers and a van drove up. A middle-aged man dressed in black with a large scar on his face came down from the Wrangler