"Qin Han, this is as far as I can help you," Mr. Xu said with a smile as he looked at Qin Han. "After all, we still have to consider that person behind the Ni family."
"I still have to thank you, Mr. Xu!" Qin Han nodded in response.
"Mr. Xu, I'm afraid you can't handle this matter!"
While Mr. Xu and Qin Han were talking, a loud voice suddenly came from the hall. Although the voice was not very loud, it overshadowed everyone else present.
Everyone looked up and saw five young men in blue tracksuits standing at the entrance. Leading them was a tall man, eight feet tall, with a stern face, now looking towards Qin Han.
The attire of the five men was clearly out of place at this banquet, but no one in the room dared to laugh.
For, embroidered on the right side of their chests were four characters in seal script—Martial Arts Association!
The expressions of those present varied, but all spontaneously maintained their silence.
