"Are you Wu Gang?" the middle-aged man asked, giving the young man in front of him a quick look with his eyes.
However, there was a hint of disappointment in his gaze.
"Yes, I am," Wu Gang responded in a low voice.
"Who sent you to help me?"
Everyone was clear about one thing, including Wu Gang himself: for people from the combat division to suddenly appear here, someone must have arranged it.
What puzzled Wu Gang was who could wield such influence—was it the Ximen Family or Zhou Fuyuan?
"Heh, where did you hear that we are here to help you?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, then looked at Wu Gang with a meaningful glance.
"Could it be otherwise? What else would you want with me?" Wu Gang instantly felt that something was off, and his expression darkened.
"Bring them!" At the man's command, twenty people marched in orderly from the back and laid down their weapons.
