There was a drizzle in the sky.

there is a light fragrance in the nose after the breeze. Yang Tian throws away his cigar and takes a deep breath, feeling refreshed. At the moment, he was wearing a purple leather jacket, knee length. On his feet were a pair of high-heeled leather boots.

behind him, there were thirty-five respectfully standing men, about one meter eight tall, in black jackets and sunglasses. One by one, their faces were expressionless, and there was a chill in their faces. But in Yang Tian's eyes, they were all respectful, worshipful and fanatical.

these people were sent to Yang Tian by the Feng family. Yang...