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.,Just as Hu Yang was pondering, a few flies flew around.,Two vans sped towards them. As soon as they came to a halt, a dozen burly men brandishing machetes and baseball bats jumped out.。