C69 I'm on My Own
Surrounding him stood a dozen sturdy men dressed in black clothes, with a stern demeanor, which Tang Wannian's subordinates could not possibly compare with.
Beside him stood a fifty-year-old old man with his hands crossed.
"Why is the Uncle Ye looking for me?" Jiang Tian stood in the middle of the hall and asked in a neither humble nor haughty manner.
Ye Gufeng's face was cold and indifferent