Around 2 a.m.
Kyoto.
Villa No. 9, Zishan Villa District.
Nie Changkong and Shelton Dormer were drinking wine in the hall.
However, Nie Changkong's face was extremely gloomy.
Shelton Dormer swirled his wine glass and squinted. "I didn't expect that kid Lionel Yeager would be so powerful that even Lao Dong, Lao Peng, and Lao Guo all died at his hands.
It seems that we still know too little about this kid.
His true strength may be far more complicated than what we have imagined..."
Nie Changkong took a big swig of wine and gritted his teeth. "Even if this kid is strong by himself, I have many masters under my command, and behind me, there are many ancient martial arts sects to rely on!
If I issue a call to arms, countless masters will be at my service!
Before, I just didn't want to bother with such insignificant ants, but now, I want to play a good game with him!"
He paused.
