Since Eel Grandpa had already known he was a Red Level Martial Artist, it was impossible for him to send another two fools with guns to act tough—this was purely a suicidal move. There must be someone else behind this!
Could it be Zhang Xianjian? But the truth would soon come to light!
The tall and short men in black arrogantly pointed their guns at Chu Nan and Lin Xuerou and walked into the KTV booth in the entertainment area of the leisure center.
After entering, Chu Nan recognized a familiar face—it was Flat-top, who he had beaten up yesterday. There he was, with his head wrapped in gauze, glaring at him, while a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle sat on the sofa smoking a cigar, surrounded by several stern-looking subordinates.
"Stay put and don't move!" The tall man in black jabbed Chu Nan's back hard with the barrel of his gun, barked the order, then finally tucked away his gun and, together with his shorter companion, positioned themselves by the door.
