Two men wearing jackets walked up to Gao Yang. Both were tall, muscular, and around their thirties, with brutish faces that screamed "trouble."
What struck Gao Yang as odd was that he wasn't nervous at all. The pair who had come onto his turf to retrieve them seemed far more on edge.
"Follow me."
Throwing out the curt words without ceremony, the two hulking figures turned and walked off.
"Feels like they deliberately picked these two to intimidate us or something."
Gao Yang couldn't help but mutter under his breath, to which Little Donnie chuckled softly and said, "I had the exact same thought."
Hearing their low murmurs of laughter, one of the men leading the way turned back to glance at them. Seeing the three of them utterly relaxed and unbothered, the man appeared even more uneasy.
After walking only a short distance, Gao Yang and his companions were led into a dilapidated building.
