Yang Xiao's gaze was sharp, and he quickly caught a clue that made it clear why those people were holding their hands behind their backs.
Within the grasp of their hidden hands were bright steel pipes—they were holding their hands behind their backs simply to avoid detection of the steel pipes they were holding.
Clearly, Yang Xiao's talk of doing business hadn't earned the trust of Yang Er, who still harbored some wariness towards his arrival.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such arrangements in secret.
To this, Yang Xiao didn't care at all. It didn't matter to him whether they were hiding steel pipes or even machetes.
In the face of absolute strength, no means were formidable.
Just a rabble, Yang Xiao didn't take them seriously. If he wished, he could take out all twenty or so of them with ease.
"Are you Yang Er?" Yang Xiao didn't answer Yang Er's question but instead asked to confirm his identity.