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.,After a few seconds of hesitation, he waved at Hu Yang, "Come on, let's get in the car!",As soon as the burly man spoke, he swung a baseball bat and smashed it.。