At the hotel entrance, a group of about a dozen men clad in martial arts practice uniforms appeared.
The leader, who looked to be in his forties, was dressed in a Tang suit and cloth shoes, his skin slightly dark.
He marched up, striding like a dragon and pacing like a tiger, bringing with him an invisible yet formidable sense of pressure.
The young men behind him, each with heads held high and chests puffed out, had eyes full of contempt, as if they were above everyone else.
He glanced around with a cold gaze and announced, "I am the Great Elder of the Myriad Poison Sect, Lu Qingshan!"
"Where is that disrespectful and undisciplined Tang Yi? Come out here at once!"
Hearing these words, Liu Hong's face lit up with excitement.
This was his final trump card.
Right after he arrived, he had warned Tang Yi that someone would come to take care of him. He was referring to Lu Qingshan.
The man to the left of Elder Lu was none other than Yan Sufeng, Liu Hong's former bodyguard.
