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.,"If you don't take care of those people behind you, I estimate you won't be able to leave.",As soon as his words fell, the roar of a car engine filled the air.。