Just as the drink went down and emotions began to stir, a shout suddenly came from outside. Everyone stopped, and people at other tables turned their heads to look. They saw a dark mass of people approaching from the village entrance, at least twenty or thirty, maybe even more, as there were more following behind. These people came in a huff, looking irate.
Li Yifei frowned; there was no need to guess who had arrived. Zhang Tianxing put down his wine glass and swallowed the wine in his mouth, his face looking somewhat displeased. When he acted against Lang Yonggan and his son, he anticipated the other side would not let it go, but he didn't expect them to bring people over so quickly. He had initially thought he might at least intimidate Lang Yonggan a bit.
