In the meeting room, Justin's deep gaze swept across several people who had stood up. Suddenly, his somber expression transformed into a smile. He clapped his hands together, "Please, everyone, don't get so worked up. As it happens, I have a few friends from East Nine Gates coming to visit. Why don't we all go and greet them..."
"Which dignitaries from the East Nine Gates are visiting?"
A senior elder of a secret martial arts school seated on a chair asked.
Justin smiled again, then stood, "Soul-Losing Swordmanship, Lance; Star Ring Fist, Aro. Two of the Eastern Triple Stars..."
Five minutes later.
About eight or nine people left the meeting room and came to the entrance of the Evil Eye Fist Manor headquarters. They could see from afar the uniformed police officers in blue who were directing traffic at a barricade down the road. They were neatly uniformed, with black handguns worn at their waists.
Yellow caution tape was stretched across certain areas and roads.
