"Hahaha... You've got some skills. So you're the kid who killed someone from my Blue Clouds Gang? I've been waiting for you."
Suddenly, a group of people erupted from the distant woods, led by a middle-aged man dressed in a red short shirt. The man looked ordinary, the kind that would go unnoticed in a crowd, yet his aura was anything but ordinary.
Profound, restrained, and freely controlled—it was the aura of a Martial Arts Master.
With a wave of his hand, the group immediately surrounded the carriage.
Xiao Yunjing didn't make a move. He just stared at the man in red and said coldly, "Are you the leader of the Blue Clouds Gang, Feng Zhiqiang?"
"Heh, the kid's got good eyesight. Yes, I am Feng Zhiqiang, and I'm afraid you won't be able to escape this time. What a pity, with such good-looking eyes," Feng Zhiqiang said, balancing a golden-hooped cleaver in his hand.
At a glance, the cleaver looked to weigh at least a hundred pounds.
