The appearance of the tiger-faced man was somewhat faster than he had expected. Tang San had achieved his objective, but at the same time, he became increasingly aware that the Redemption Organization must not be strong. A formidable and well-organized group would not be so easily approached; discreet observation would have been a better choice. It was precisely because they lacked talent, and he possessed Fourth Stage strength at such a young age, how could they not value him?
A faint smile appeared on his face, and Tang San nodded, saying, "May I start now?"
The tiger-faced man squinted slightly and turned to look at Wang Yanfeng and his wife.
Wang Yanfeng, holding his wife, slowly retreated, clearing the not so large space in the middle of the room.
Just as the tiger-faced man was about to speak, a sense of crisis had already arrived. A flash of blue light, and a wind blade had reached his face.
