"Manager Wu was killed?"
A middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth stepped into the foyer.
He had a slightly dark complexion, a face full of pockmarks, and a pair of small eyes that quickly scanned the hall.
Behind him, two old men appeared, exuding the powerful aura of Martial Arts practitioners.
"Boss Ning, that's him!"
Niu Zhen bowed at his side, pointing to Jiang Xinghai, who was approaching with Meng Lihua.
"Third Uncle, leave him alive."
Boss Ning took a harsh drag from his cigar, the curling smoke obscuring his features.
An old man beside him, fiddling with a pair of walnuts in his left hand, nodded slightly and faced Jiang Xinghai as he approached. "To have such a powerful presence at your age, you must be close to the level of a Half-Step Grandmaster, right? Get on your knees. I can put in a good word for you. If you're willing to follow Boss Ning, we'll spare your life."
"Get lost!"
