At this moment, due to Duan Tang's sudden arrival, the Nightcolor Bar had just cleared the place. The pedestrians outside the main entrance were already scared away by the black-clad figures, leaving the entire street in silence.
Over a hundred black-clad figures moved noiselessly, like ghosts, silently advancing towards the Nightcolor Bar. The bar's main entrance was tightly shut, with no sound from inside, as if no one was there at all.
The leader of the black-clad figures had a fierce look in his eyes. His right hand clenched into a fist, and with a sudden wave, more than a hundred black-clad figures quickly divided into four groups, gripping submachine guns and daggers tightly, charging towards the Nightcolor Bar like wild horses off the leash!
At that moment, the tightly shut bar door suddenly opened, revealing Ruan Hao, dressed in black, standing at the entrance. Behind him, Duan Tang sat elegantly on the sofa, leisurely sipping red wine.
