Tang Luo had sharp brows and starry eyes; he was tall and muscular. Even when seated, he was nearly as tall as an average man, let alone when he stood up.
In the world of martial arts, strength was never determined by size, and at least the people in the tavern didn't take the young Tang Luo seriously.
Seeing the chunk of red gold the size of a fist, almost everyone had the thought of snatching it. A skinny man even drew the long knife from his waist and placed it against Tang Luo's neck.
"Kid, where do you think you are? Who do you think we are?"
The skinny man had a sharp chin and drooping moustache that hung at the corners of his mouth. He said menacingly to Tang Luo, "You think you can boss us around with just a chunk of red gold? Who gave you the guts of a bear and the courage of a leopard!"
