Men with white powder on their faces, dressed in ancient warrior attire from Japan Island, knelt around the platform, totaling sixteen, each with a sword at their waist.
Wang Longhu's gaze sharpened, instantly locking eyes with the only person sitting on the platform.
This person wore a mask, yet their eyes still pierced Wang Longhu's heart like blades.
A master!
A thought immediately flashed in Wang Longhu's mind.
Since he started practicing martial arts, there were few martial artists who could give him this feeling.
The person sitting on the platform right now could be called the best.
Bang.
Wang Longhu stepped forward without hesitation, boldly walking onto the platform and sitting opposite that person.
Instantly, geisha songs from Japan Island filled the air, sung by the sixteen white-faced warriors.
"You must be the Alliance Leader." Wang Longhu picked up the wine cup on the table and asked with a smile.
"Indeed."
