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The lounge in the first-floor living room.
Chen Lun sat on the sofa, quietly waiting.
It was now morning, and from time to time, well-dressed guests could be seen arriving. Most of them were gentlemen, either heading directly inside the club or, like Chen Lun, waiting in the lounge area.
Chen Lun casually surveyed his surroundings and found that the atmosphere of this fighting club was very well-crafted.
The walls were adorned with oil paintings of bullfighting, fighting, wrestling, and cold-weapon combat, along with the emblems, shields, and flags of some historically famous combat families.
What caught Chen Lun's interest were the several long swords crossed and displayed, as well as a row of cold weapons standing in a corner.
It was clear that this club was passionate about hand-to-hand combat and cold-weapon fighting, a gathering place for gentlemen who appeared amiable on the surface but craved bloodshed and battle within.
"Hey, friend, want one?"
