On the southwest border of China, there is a small mountain.
This mountain is exceptionally remote, with only one path leading up and down. At the summit, a series of wooden houses are connected together, all neatly arranged.
At this moment, the night is deep, and the lights atop the mountain are dim.
In a small stone-paved square on the summit, one man after another in black clothes stands as straight as a spear. Each of them has a cold expression, like a thousand-year-old ice emitting a murderous aura.
At the forefront, on a high platform, a tall and skinny man in black stands, his gaze sharply watching over his subordinates:
"Brothers! My nephew has been killed, along with over twenty of our brothers! This time, we must take revenge for my nephew, and for our brothers!!!"
The person was radiating murderous intent from head to toe, his features reminiscent of Lin Zhaohui, except with sharper and more distinct facial angles, making him appear even more ferocious!
