The dozens of vehicles that appeared once again caused the surging crowd to erupt with various sounds, waving objects in their hands high above their heads, displaying the momentum of a decisive battle to the death.
"Boss, what's going on?" A-Sheng, standing next to Yang Fan, asked quietly.
"How would I know, stop talking."
A-Sheng fell silent and quietly watched the commotion.
Vans and excavators stopped not far from the people, and a man got out of one of the vehicles, followed by dozens of men in suits who came down and followed behind him.
The man, in his forties, with short, cropped hair and a Swiss handcrafted mechanical watch on his wrist, was glaringly eye-catching.
"People of the Guo Family, listen up, send someone out to speak with me." The man stood in place, pulling out a cigarette, and one of the suited men immediately came over with a lighter to light it for him.
