Ye Feng could already tell that those people from the Funeral Organization were slightly weaker than the Golden Fighters from the Funeral Organization that he met in the Horseshoe Brewery's slums.
The average strength of the members of the team was about the same as that of the elite special forces.
Although the leader of the group was a lot stronger, he was only comparable to a light force martial artist.
Ye Feng could single-handedly beat them up!
When he arrived in front of Greasy Head and the others, he deliberately leaned against a tree and waited slowly.
Greasy Head and the others were shocked when they saw him. Their eyes were filled with vigilance. "Who are you? Why are you here?"
While his eyes were alert, Greasy Head also gave his subordinates a look.
His twenty subordinates immediately tensed up, they started to approach Ye Feng.