On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,A young man in a business suit jumped out of the passenger seat.,Lu Wan yi's horizontal fist directly knocked the burly man to the ground.。