The four of them toasted again.
It was already late at night, with only dense hailstones remaining on the road. Dark clouds that could not be seen still densely covered the entire outer city.
Not far from the restaurant, Mou Jinfu sat in a teahouse, observing the bright lights and lively scene that could be vaguely seen through the fog in the distance.
"Sir, this is obviously a trap," the burly man behind him said in a low voice.
"How can I not know?" Mou Jinfu snorted coldly.
Coincidentally, the location of the banquet was chosen to be close to the third pier and far from the Blood Poison Gang's territory—Flower Brewing Restaurant. He had only brought twenty or so great blood refinement warriors and a few bone pattern realm experts with him.
