Not long after, when Ye Feng had completed the payment and handover procedures, he walked out of the auction house with Xu Jingxin, chatting and laughing.
Suddenly, a group of men in black walked out from the dark and surrounded the two of them.
Ye Feng glanced around. There were at least fourteen to fifteen people.
Everyone was holding a stick, steel pipe, and the like in their hands, which made people shudder.
The man who was walking in front was the one who had followed Xu Jingxin.
"What a coincidence, we meet again."
The man was probably confident in his victory as he looked at the two of them with a teasing expression.
"Who the h*ll are you? Why do you keep bothering me?"
Xu Jingxin frowned slightly.
"I did follow you before, but this time I'm here to settle the score with this kid."
When the man spoke, he looked at Ye Feng with eyes full of hatred. This was probably the first time he had suffered such a huge loss.