He once again drained the remaining liquid in his glass, the icy sensation spreading down his throat to the depths of his heart.
At that moment, the usual clamor inside the bar seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force.
A burly figure, like a moving mountain, stopped right beside the spot where Yang Xiu was sitting, casting a shadow that completely enveloped both Yang Xiu and Black Snake.
The newcomer's skin was grayish-white, muscles knotted all over, standing close to three meters tall.
Behind him were several other team members, all different but equally robust.
Just standing there casually, they naturally exuded a sense of oppression.
Yang Xiu did not look up, still staring at his empty glass. However, beside him, Black Snake instantly straightened his back, the softness on his face disappearing completely, his gaze turning cold and sharp, his right hand naturally dropping, his fingertips barely touching the hidden weapon on the outside of his thigh.
