Eight o'clock at night.
The sky had completely turned dark.
At the entrance of the former Yan's Death Battle Arena, a bustling crowd gathered, with countless influential figures arriving one after another, continuously clustering together.
A glance at the parking lot revealed it was filled with luxurious cars, akin to a grand car exhibition.
Some bigwigs from out of town, after meeting with local bigwigs in Binhai and becoming acquainted, began chatting enthusiastically, subtly probing about who Jiang Feng, the man who could cause the Huangfu Family to make such a grand display and bring a coffin to the fight, really was!
"Hey, Old Pan, who exactly is this Jiang Feng in your Binhai? Is he a promising youth cultivated by a prominent family, or a distinguished disciple taught by a martial artist elder?" one businessman from out of town, relying on past cooperation with Pan's Pharmaceutical Industry, curiously asked Pan Haoting.
