Several burly men's expressions immediately changed, from the previous disdain to now reverence.
"I did not know the gentleman was a Martial Daoist, my apologies," the burly man with sunglasses bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
Guo Yi didn't say much more, and slowly stepped onto the stairs, walking step by step toward the elevator.
The several burly men watched Guo Yi leave, their foreheads beaded with layers of fine sweat.
"This person is still young, yet so formidable in strength. In the future, he's sure to be a great enemy of our Kagawa Ryu," the bald strong man took off his glasses. A scar from his forehead to below his eye bags was hideously prominent. He squinted his eyes and said, "We must remember this man."
"Yes!" The people by his side nodded.
On the twentieth floor, there were quite a few people in the hall.
The social elite, wealthy and noble ladies.
