「Xin Yuan Club.」
Lin Mu strolled inside, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Some time had passed since he had last wiped out the club. Yet, dark red bloodstains still lingered on the ground, and the entire club exuded a chilling, terrifying aura.
His gaze fixed forward, Lin Mu came to a stop and looked up.
A man was sitting on the half-collapsed fighting ring in the center of the hall. Due to the dim lighting, his face was indiscernible. However, he had a tall, imposing figure, and his seated form emanated an oppressive, heavy presence. This wasn't the aura of a powerful Martial Artist, but rather the air of authority and dignity that came with holding a high position for a long time.
"You've arrived," the man said, his voice steady and showing little fluctuation. It was impossible, however, to miss the thread of icy killing intent in his tone.
