Whoosh!
Just then, a group of men dressed in black suits charged in, easily a hundred strong. They were all tall, dark-skinned black men, boldly wielding submachine guns.
The hundred men rushed into the bar, their weapons aimed directly at Xiao Yifeng, the only customer there.
Such a spectacle would have terrified anyone else, but Xiao Yifeng appeared quite calm, continuing to sip his drink.
A blonde man in a black suit walked in. His hair was slicked back, and a scar marred his handsome face, but he exuded an extraordinary aristocratic air, like a lofty prince.
"War Emperor!"
The blonde man entered, his eyes fixated on Xiao Yifeng as he coldly shouted, his gaze filled with a cold, murderous intent.
"Fostren, long time no see!"
Xiao Yifeng's eyes swept toward Fostren, his lips curling into an amused smile.
"War Emperor, I have finally awaited this day when you'd appear before me."
