Accompanying the cold shout was a muscular middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit and leather shoes.
Despite his gentlemanly attire, those present could still discern an iron-blooded aura about him as he moved.
This quality could not have been honed in the mundane world of the city; it must have been forged on the battlefield through bloodshed.
To a great extent, Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and Xia Lengchan were of this ilk, so they quickly guessed the man's identity.
He must be from the Eastern Border, and his status was certainly not low.
Following the middle-aged man were two agile followers, the trio striding in with a haughty gaze suggesting they were superior to others.
"In the territory of the Eastern Border, you dare act recklessly and even speak insolently towards the Eastern Border King. Do you really think the Eastern Border has no one?"
