Night, London, inside a luxurious villa.
A stern-looking middle-aged white man is sitting in a study, in front of him on the desk lies a gun, a gun that's been twisted into a lump of scrap metal.
The middle-aged white man stares at the gun, lost in silence.
On the sofa are several white men seated, and another white man with a face full of scars is standing; if Lin Fan were here, he would recognize that the standing man is Klaus from the Iron Fist Gang.
This is the home of the Iron Fist Gang's boss, and the man sitting behind the desk is the boss of the Iron Fist Gang. The ones seated on the sofa are all key members of the gang.
"You saw with your own eyes that he bent the gun with his bare hands?" The boss of the Iron Fist Gang finally shifted his gaze to Klaus.
Klaus said, "Yes, boss."
The boss of the Iron Fist Gang fell silent once again, seemingly deep in thought.
