Yang Chen stared at Chen Xiaolong and Wang Hao, his gaze icy, his expression calm, his steps firm, like the Green Dragon Crescent Blade of Guan Yu dragging on the ground; once approaching a foe, he would strike down with it.
Wang Hao was a martial artist; he had encountered true masters, and after years of practice, he understood the concept of aura.
When he saw Yang Chen, he realized that this was someone he absolutely must not provoke!
Just looking at that aura, at those cold eyes, the movement of his steps, Wang Hao knew that even ten of him would not be a match for the person in front of him!
There's no denying it, Chen Xiaolong and Wang Hao were quite popular.
When the two appeared, many people took notice.
Moreover, the two standing straight downstairs, unmoving under the blazing sun, had already attracted the attention of some busybodies.
Additionally, there were bystanders from yesterday's group fight, thinking these two might be here to cause trouble.
