His face was ugly, and at last he sighed a long sigh.

"Good fortune and bad fortune, the coming will come eventually, let alone, everything follow the fate."

With a murmur in his heart, he raised his head and looked at where the sound came from.

"What? Give up resistance?"

The dark voice came again, and in a twinkling, the crowd was looking into the void. There was a figure coming slowly, moving in the imperial air, hunting in clothes and gowns, very smart.

"Yin Heng!"

When the pedestrians saw this figure, their eyes were full of resentment.

It was this young man who made the concessionaire fall into the...