"Where are my people?"
The bald man bellowed angrily. Suddenly, from some unknown nook or cranny around the dock, a dozen or so people emerged. In an instant, they converged behind the bald man, creating a formidable presence.
"Boss!"
At a glance, the dozen or so followers all seemed to be at the Golden Core Realm. Their strength might be considered trash in the Cultivation World—as if a single magic treasure dropped among them could kill a whole bunch—but their numbers made up for that, swelling in considerably, presenting an intimidating front.
Seeing the sudden influx of underlings around the bald man, the onlookers who were gathered around the port quickly dodged to the side, not wanting to get caught in any unintended harm.
"Kid, now you see how formidable I am!"
