The daytime bar street was peaceful and quiet.
A street that every midnight was shrouded with explosive music.
Now carried a somber air.
Vehicles from several motorcades completely blocked the road.
Next to the cars, the men with cigarettes in their mouths all had unkind looks in their eyes.
Wearing earphones, they awaited orders at any moment.
And inside the bar, the normally dimly lit space was now bright as day.
Lu Feifei, dressed in a cheongsam, leaned back in her chair.
Her left hand holding a glass of red wine, her right hand clutching a cigar.
Behind her stood the Twelve Golden Hairpins, each tall and imposing.
In the chair opposite her sat three elders.
These men in their eighties, dressed in Tang suits, leaned on walking sticks.
Their bodyguards standing behind them were all tall and muscular.
These three had retired from the jianghu for over twenty years.
They had all once held sway over the world.
