The next morning dawned.
"Hong, Mr. Fan would like to see you,"
an underworld underboss in charge of the city's gangs said early in the morning, standing outside Pang Jian's door to relay the message.
Pang Jian got up and followed him.
In the impoverished West District, at the end of an alley stood a remote wooden house. There, the underworld underboss knocked respectfully and said, "He has arrived."
"Let him in, and you stand guard outside the alley,"
came the hoarse voice of Fan Liang from inside the house.
Pang Jian pushed the door open and walked into the dimly lit room, only to find not just the steward Fan Liang, but also Meng Qiulan, Zhao Ling, and Wu Yi were present.
Everyone's faces were somber, and Fan Liang's eyes were bloodshot, revealing extreme fatigue.
Meng Qiulan, the Hall Master of Sky Fortune Fragment Land, and Zhao Ling, with her long, beautiful legs, both had furrowed brows, and the buoyant fighting spirit of the day before had vanished without a trace.
