At this time, in the shadows of the tall, magnificent buildings, a car drove toward a hotel entrance. The car door opened, and every man who got out of the car was impeccably attired in the same Western-style suits. The expressions in their eyes were ice-cold. They looked as if they were killers for hire.
Several black cars arrived shortly after, and a few old people got out of these cars wearing typical Chinese tunic suits. They all had white hair, but they didn't look old-fashioned or tired at all. Instead, they appeared to be particularly spirited. They walked tall and straight. At a glance, their momentum looked firmer even than the men in the Western suits.
"So many masters?"
Not too far away, Xuanyuan Wanrong had already bought some new clothes and changed her look. Then she had headed back to the hotel with Lin Yuxi. She couldn't help but feel astonished, chancing upon this scene.
