Early this morning, Pang Dongqiang and Feng Zhen paid a personal visit to Lu Wentao. Moved by their pleas and further enticed by a hefty fee of fifty million, the top master of Tianque City finally agreed.
Of the group of four, apart from the ever-steady and unflappable Lu Wentao, the other three wore hostile expressions and bristled with killing intent. This was especially true for Pang Dongqiang and Feng Zhen. After confirming his identity with a photograph, they fixed a venomous gaze on Chen Yang, their expressions so ferocious they looked as if they wanted to tear his flesh and drink his blood.
At the sudden arrival of these outsiders, the people in the small square cast scrutinizing glances their way.
"Lu Wentao and Fan Chen? What are they doing here?"
"What's with those expressions? Are they here to stir up trouble?"
