On the street opposite the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, the crowd was bustling, and the noise rose and fell like a chaotic torrent.
However, as pedestrians' footsteps approached the territory of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
The noisy voices of these ordinary pedestrians suddenly lowered a few degrees, as if an invisible force was intimidating them.
Making all passing pedestrians walk in an orderly manner, even their breathing seemed cautious.
In Mingxin Prefecture, no one dared to be reckless on the premises of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, as if it was shrouded in an insurmountable authority.
Because outside the gates of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, there were dozens of robust men standing like iron statues on either side of the entrance, with upright postures and eyes like knives.
The muscles on these robust men's arms were gnarled, their breath steady as a mountain.
Their eyes appeared extremely unfriendly and indifferent, all carrying a chilling pressure.
