The night was shrouded in dark clouds, and a gust of wind swept through, carrying sand and fallen leaves across the entire land, stinging the face like fire.
In the Southeast Urban Area, there was a three-story building. The first floor was a bar, and at twelve midnight it was the most bustling time. Heavy metal music filled the entire venue, with men and women twisting and dancing in the dance floor!
The second floor was filled with guest rooms, and the third floor was the headquarters of the Hall of Justice!
At this moment, inside a luxurious suite, a middle-aged man dressed in black was sitting on a tiger-skin-covered sofa, holding a cigar in one hand, with a large ring on his finger, looking like a nouveau riche!
This man was none other than the boss of the Hall of Justice, the Eighth Master, Du Fenghua!
Bang bang~
There was a knock on the door!
Du Fenghua's eyes flashed with a trace of annoyance as he shouted, "Come in!"
Click~
