Outside the Batian Clubhouse, a disturbance was unfolding at this very moment!
One could see a line of military vehicles escorting a stretched Lincoln limousine, slowly making its way through the dense crowd toward the entrance of the Batian Clubhouse.
Many gang members' expressions changed subtly as they watched the military vehicles, their eyes flickering with solemnity and fear, and when they looked at the stretched Lincoln, they were filled with uncertainty!
They could see the soldiers armed with real guns on the military vehicles, which naturally instilled a sense of fear in these gang members.
Squeak!!!
The military vehicles had now stopped at the entrance of the Batian Clubhouse; the door of the stretched Lincoln opened and several people alighted.
The leader among them was a silver-haired old man, who looked like he was of mixed heritage, with high cheekbones and a nose as hooked as an eagle's, yet he also had the brown eyes of a Chinese person.
