Eight hours ago:
“Old Fordring, what should we do? Say Something!”
At noon, a group of big shots from various streets gathered together to discuss the incident with the undead ship.
Sitting at the top row were all legendary masters, and none of them were lone Rangers. They had at least four or five gold-tier masters under them, and they even had dozens of silver-tier subordinates.
At this time, Li Goudan was wearing a black mask at Hans’s request. He hid in a corner of the crowd and listened to the big shots talking loudly.
The people below were mostly the subordinates of the big shots. Of course, there were also some independent forces. Everyone consciously kept their distance to avoid being attacked by the evil spirits that sneaked into the crowd.
