Outside the airport, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.
It was as if a storm was brewing, making it hard to breathe.
Passersby and taxis fled in haste, as if there was a fierce beast that devoured people in this place.
Huang Silang lay in a pool of blood, in extreme agony; blood dripped down from his head, with only a few strands of hair left, which had been violently ripped out, scalp and all, in an appalling sight.
"Four... Brother Four! How are you... what happened to you?"
The few young men struggled to crawl towards Huang Silang, enduring their own pain, and upon seeing his wretched state, they felt their scalps tingle.
So vicious!
This was the first time their Wolf Gang had suffered such a severe blow, especially since their opponent looked just like a college student.
Not only that, Ye Feng's methods had completely shocked them!
They couldn't imagine how powerful a person had to be, to lift a burly man and swing him around as if he were a stick!