Ye Feng easily dealt with those people, and he smiled at him. "Do you have any other helpers? Why don't you come along too?"
A cold light flashed in Jia Daizhen's eyes as he stared at him coldly. "Kid, don't think that you're so great just because you know some martial arts. If you continue to meddle in other people's business, I guarantee that you won't live past tomorrow."
Ye Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that he still dared to threaten him at this time. "Use whatever methods you have. I really want to see them."
Jia Daizhen's originally refined face became a little ferocious. "Although I'm in decline now, I was once glorious. I know a lot of people from the underworld."
"Mr. Ye of Yang Cheng, have you heard of him?"
Ye Feng was stunned. "Which Mr. Ye?"