Guanglin.
Just as people were wildly cheering for Lin Feng's team, there was a group of more than ten people silently watching Lin Feng's team from a dark alleyway, a hundred meters away. Contrary to the excited crowd around them, their expressions were extraordinarily calm.
This was a group of young men and women, including two children aged eleven or twelve. All of them wore hats or headscarves, blending into the darkness under the shadowy wall.
Unlike the excitement of those around them, they silently gazed in the direction of Lin Feng's team, exuding an aura of darkness and a forbidding air that clashed with the lively atmosphere of the surroundings.
Occasionally, passersby would glance at them with initial surprise, and once they realized who they were, their gazes would linger on the group's hats and headscarves, expressing undisguised contempt and disdain.
At this moment, a middle-aged man spat in the direction of the group and cursed loudly, "A bunch of bastards."
