At the same time, the Maybach stopped by the roadside, and Ye Wuhen's hand holding the handlebars suddenly stopped.

The black-haired young man looked Gu Yan up and down, curled his lips and snorted with laughter, then shook off his hand, "I didn't expect my love rival to come so soon."

Gu Yan kept silent and looked gloomy, staring at him sharply.

One of the yellow-haired men clenched his fists and stepped forward, "You little bastard, I'll count to three. If you don't want to be beaten, leave now."

Gu Yan glanced at Huang Mao with contempt, "Just you?"

"You're looking for death!" The yellow-haired man was enraged and swung his fist at Gu Yan's face.

Gu Yan dodged it easily and even stretched out his foot to trip him. The yellow-haired man lost his balance and fell forward, almost falling.

"Bastard!" the yellow-haired man cursed angrily.

Just as he was about to punch Gu Yan again, six young men came over from a distance.

"Gu Yan, what happened?"

Several people looked up after hearing the noise, and Gu Yan smiled and said, "Nothing, just someone wants to fight."

"Fighting?" The leading young man looked at the three yellow-haired men and smiled, "Count me in."

"And us." The five teenagers standing behind him echoed.

The smile on the black-haired young man's face disappeared. After glancing at them, he snorted coldly, "Let's go!"

After walking a few steps, he turned back to look at Jiang Yueyang and said jokingly, "By the way, my name is Song Zhe, remember it."

"Get out!" Gu Yan shouted angrily.

The black-haired young man turned and continued walking forward, waving at them from behind, "We'll see you later."

Ye Wuhen stared at the gradually receding figure and ordered in a deep voice, "Check those three people."

"Yes, Master."