The convoy marched grandly.
Second Young Master Yun and the six clan leaders were sitting in the extended RV, watching all of Yang Chen's security and similar personnel retreat from the entrance, leaving only people from the six great families, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Looks like, Yang Chen is scared!" Second Young Master Yun said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Second Young Master Yun felt unprecedentedly refreshed.
It felt like coughing up phlegm that's been stuck in the throat for thirty years, the entire body feels clear.
He felt he finally outshined Yang Chen in this regard, a real victory in airing his grievances!
Others also laughed and said, "Exactly! Let's see how he resolves this!"
"Showing off! Wasn't he very formidable before? Now why did he withdraw his people?"
"He has some self-awareness, knows he can't withstand it, better to retreat!"
"It's lucky they ran fast, otherwise once the elders take action, they'd be dead!"
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